A person sitting quietly under an umbrella, shielding herself while everything around is pouring code, long streams of numbers and data falling like heavy rain. The umbrella is open, trying to hold back the digital storm, but she’s still small inside all that glowing noise.

It reminds me of how I try to protect my heart every day.
I sit with my little umbrella of peace, of quiet moments, of real feelings, but the screens and notifications keep raining down. I’m still here, still sitting, still trying to stay dry in a world that’s half rain and half data.

This piece is about finding shelter when the digital world gets too heavy. Even if the code is everywhere, I still hold my umbrella up and keep breathing.