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
SOLD
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