4 days left, on the countdown, each step is in motion, weāre steady and sound. Towards the pool house,
$GiB moves his quick feet, something is hidden, something discrete.
Light behind his path, as the day turns to gold, The air by the water ripples and molds. No need to force life, just let it unfold, Everything is forming, as it was told.
Countdown With
$GiB