Soft light and new beginnings...

The first rays of summer are finally here. After a spring full of doubts, rain, and scattered thoughts, the sun filters through the leaves again- quietly, gently, like a whisper I had almost forgotten.

This morning, the table was covered with shifting shadows. A linen cloth still damp from the dye bath, a glass catching gold in its curve, and silence all around.

A moment suspended- barefoot, sleeves rolled up, hands still smelling of bark and vinegar.

It's in these fleeting instants that the desire to create comes back. Not like a thunderclap but like sap rising slowly, a quiet need to touch, to shape, to let things grow.

I'm letting myself be led by the colors plants give me.