Soft Veil

It isn’t only in the sharp edges—spray caught mid-air, every drop suspended in a chaotic but perfect way. The water hits the rock in plain sight, rushing past as if it has somewhere to be. That’s one truth, though not the only one.

There’s power in the veil too. In water that seems to soften the longer you look at it. It still carves, still wears things down, blurring until the details vanish and only the motion remains.

Strength isn’t always about being seen. Sometimes it’s in what keeps reshaping the world long after the moment is gone. With veiling water, you hold more than the moment itself—you hold a silence that refuses to stay quiet.