Somewhere between a pose and a pause. A gesture caught in time, folded into light, shape, and memory. A moment mistaken for intent. No urgency. No message. But we notice, not because it tells us something, but because it’s suddenly there. Perception drifts. It settles on the surface, layers itself, quick flashes of clarity. Meaning shows up uninvited, and just when it starts to form, a flicker, a trace, a maybe – it’s gone.