Thursday, 23 July 2015

perfection of an ordinary day

The giant orb was descending and opened the door for the ritual. 
It was the same, every single day, a million times over. 
And yet, this time was different. 
As was the time before and the million times before that. 
Today, the horizon's veil was Quin Azo Gold. 
A birdsong trickled through my ears, distant and warm. 
The smell of earth was thick, sweet and muddy, with an aftertaste of leaves. 
A coolness kissed my ankles, giving me a welcome shiver and a reminder that I am present. 
I sank into the feeling, gulping it eagerly and letting the tiny piece of now echo within my entire body.

12" x 12", mixed media on panel, resin