I reached the summit in silence,
but the silence wasn’t empty —
it was full of something ancient.
The land didn’t just lie there beneath me.
It breathed. It watched.
It whispered my name
like it had always known I’d return.
Below, the river curved like a secret,
carrying snowmelt and stories,
memories and maybe’s,
dreams and the shimmer of all things not yet lived.
I reached the summit in silence,
but the silence wasn’t empty —
it was full of something ancient.
The land didn’t just lie there beneath me.
It breathed. It watched.
It whispered my name
like it had always known I’d return.
Below, the river curved like a secret,
carrying snowmelt and stories,
memories and maybe’s,
dreams and the shimmer of all things not yet lived.
This artwork is not yet available for purchase through the shop
– but beauty doesn’t wait for systems to be perfect.
If this piece calls to you, trust that feeling.
You can always reach out – I’d love to hear from you.
