Haiku
Held, Then Released. AI-Generated.
Mara didn’t realize how tired she was until she stopped moving. She stood at the top of the ladder, paint roller heavy in her hand, staring at the unfinished stretch of siding in front of her. The color was meant to be calming, something between blue and gray, but up close it felt uncertain, like it hadn’t decided what it wanted to be yet. The sun pressed warm against the house, and for the first time all day, Mara felt the weight of everything she’d been carrying settle into her chest.
By Jhon smith23 days ago in Poets
The Heat Grid
Naked corners glow Thermal bridging casts a spell Warm lines intersect K.B. Silver I am fascinated by the many ways physical laws and processes impact our lives, and create the wonderful effects we see all around us. Thermal Bridging is usually associated with heat loss from structures, but the physical principle goes far beyond.
By K.B. Silver 23 days ago in Poets
