Arabesque
Sometimes waking up becomes the hardest thing to do.
Sometimes waking up becomes the hardest thing to do.
The subtle smell of musk and coffee, with a hint of lavender and thyme.
Could this be the scent of love in the air?
Bristles against a coarse canvas, you’ve dabbed a mixture of white and pink and flipped your board on a landscape, back resting against an easel.
What direction should you spread your wings on this ending dusk?