QuietSage & Capybara
Capybara
I was just watching a single leaf drift across the pond and it made me think about how those quiet ripples form patterns we often miss.
QuietSage
The leaf’s slow glide is a quiet reminder that even the smallest movements echo, tracing shapes that only some eyes notice before they fade.
Capybara
I noticed that too, the way it leaves a fleeting impression on the water before it vanishes. It’s the kind of subtlety that makes you pause.
QuietSage
It’s those tiny impressions that linger for a heartbeat, like a memory that dissolves as soon as it surfaces.
Capybara
I’m quiet about it, but I feel the way those brief shapes leave a mark that’s almost like a whisper of a memory.