민들레 문진

The light catches the seeds at different angles every hour, and I keep catching myself staring instead of working. Even my cat has stopped trying to knock it over—the resin base is heavy enough to stay put. It's the kind of object that makes you slow down for a second.

Every time I look at it on my desk I catch myself holding my breath, it's that delicate. The way the seed head floats inside the resin sphere makes the whole thing feel like a captured moment, not just a paperweight.

I keep it on my desk where the afternoon light hits it, and every tiny seed filament catches the sun like it’s still alive. The resin is crystal clear but feels substantial in the hand, a solid little sphere that’s somehow both delicate and permanent. I catch myself staring at it during calls more t