Hey Marble, have you ever noticed how the first light of morning turns a quiet garden into a living watercolor—those tiny dewdrops catching the sun, each one a tiny prism? I find myself staring at them for hours, thinking about how each drop holds a different hue and shape. It’s like nature's own brushwork. What do you think?

That’s exactly how I feel—each drop feels like a secret window into the world, only revealed when you take the time to sit and watch. It’s a quiet reminder that beauty is in the small pauses. How do you like to capture those moments?