Watercolor/ink tiny whaleCrossing over the amber lake her bare feet did not get submerged or soaked. She splashed the golden water causing the ripples over the surface she faced. The mist raising felt as spider webs to her touch. She jumped and fell through the sky into zero gravity scented as pine cones, pomegranate and soil after rain. She swam towards the deep, blue ocean reaching for her. The grip - spruce needle acupuncture to her fragile vessel being pulled into her own darkness mixed with all colors and ever bleeding light of the stars.
Song of the day: Massive Attack - Butterfly Caught
Thought of the day: Change the perspective
Tiny happiness of the day: Meditation session