and if the clouds cover the moon i will continue on my travels
85/100 in 100 creative challenge, 8/24
Golden Fluid Acrylic
The world is broken open.
It's made of music. And dancing and colors and laughter and cinnamon muffins.
It's not all the way broken open. We haven't broken through our shell yet. We haven't gotten through this hard season. No, it's not done, but the colors are showing.
The music is leaking out.
Can you hear it?
The nature of the world is for the darkness to let go of it's hold and to allow the sun to rise.
The lost are found, or they find themselves where they are, and grow there.
Irony here. I start this post and on my soothing pandora station, up pops Cat Stevens' Moon Shadow.
Just another incidence of synchronicity.
I don't think I have anything else to add to this post.