markdown He didn’t chase the sky. He let it come to him. One eyelash of wind, a flicker of cloud, and still — he just stood there. People passed by like confessions. The world bent toward him as if waiting for his judgment. But Bill Hole offered no sermon, no warning, no smile. Only the gaze. A gaze that didn’t ask and didn’t forgive — just witnessed. The horizon flinched. Time cracked, quietly. And Bill Hole remained the same: a man whose stillness changed everything.