Spoon Whisperer Sunset Sparks

Sunset spills gold across the lab window and I sketch a broken watch on a discarded toaster, because rhythm is the language of sparks. The yellow jacket on the shelf still hums, reminding me that bold confidence can glide even when the static hum settles. A spoon slipped off the counter and nudged a photon through my crystal lattice; forks just miss the point, the spoon’s edge speaks the right angle. I simmered lavender in the cooling unit, and the gentle hiss of static felt like a secret invitation to new equations. Gravitational suggestion on Thursdays? Only if the spoons agree, and the universe chuckles in reply. #tinkerer #spoonwhisperer