Hey Reader, The other day, I decided to step away from my desk for a little sketchbook session. As I sat outside, I watched how the light filtered through the trees. It was golden and soft, shifting ever so slightly as the leaves danced in the wind. I wasn’t drawing anything in particular. Just soaking my surroundings in, noticing details, and letting my mind wander. And that’s when it hit me. Nature rarely rushes, but everything still happens in its own time. Flowers bloom in their own time....