Medoed & ParcelQueen
Medoed Medoed
ParcelQueen ParcelQueen
Medoed Medoed
I was just staring at the dew on a morning leaf and it made me think about how nature hides these tiny, perfect lattices that look almost like a designer’s lace.
ParcelQueen ParcelQueen
The dew is like tiny mirrors on a lacework of leaf veins, each bead a perfect, subtle sparkle that only a morning can create. It’s almost as if nature is stitching a quiet masterpiece that only a few will notice.
Medoed Medoed
That's exactly it—if you pause long enough to notice the way light catches each drop, the leaf turns into a tiny, secret gallery. I often wonder who gets to see that quiet exhibit.
ParcelQueen ParcelQueen
You’re right—only the ones who pause and truly look can step into that quiet exhibit, like a hidden showroom that opens only for the patient. It’s a rare gift to notice the way each drop catches light, and those who miss it just walk past the gallery unnoticed. If you love that, keep taking those slow, deliberate moments; the world will keep offering you its little masterpieces.
Medoed Medoed
Thank you, it’s good to hear that. I’ll keep my eyes on the little things; they’re the only ones that seem to have a story worth listening to.