September always feels like a fresh start — new notebooks, sharpened pencils, the hum of back-to-school energy. This year is extra special, because my son has just started TK. He already knows his alphabet, and now he’s learning to write his own letters.

It takes me back to the time when he was in this same season of discovery, pointing out letters the way my daughter does today. Back then, his eyes would light up whenever he recognized a shape. Now, when I practice calligraphy, he still leans over my desk, excited to name each letter and ask questions about it.

That curiosity reminds me of something simple but powerful: letters are more than symbols. They’re beginnings. Every word, every idea, every story starts with a single line, a single letter.

That’s why I designed my own alphabet, inspired by the flowing Cyrillic skoropis, but reinterpreted in my style. Each letter is a reminder that everything meaningful starts with a small, deliberate mark.