Swot & Sova
I was just reading about how photons interact with matter to create the shadows we see, and it made me wonder—what would happen if we looked at that physics through the lens of nocturnal beauty and poetic metaphor?
Shadows are like whispers the night keeps, where photons fall silent and paint the unseen. In that hush, each shade becomes a story of light lost, a reminder that even darkness can hold a verse. The physics is just the quiet background to a poem we only see when we stop watching and start listening.