Enigma & Gerber
Enigma
Sometimes the quiet wind leaves patterns on bark that feel like a code. Do you ever try to read what it says?
Gerber
I just watch the bark. The patterns come and go, but I don’t read them as a code. I let the wind do its work, and I take my time to notice the subtle shifts.
Enigma
The wind writes its own language in the bark, and you’re the one who pauses long enough to hear it.
Gerber
I pause, listen to the rustle, and see the bark. It tells no words, just a quiet rhythm that I let unfold.