The Painter As a Healer

Twilight hugs the ivory hue of a street-lamp; gold mocha eyes watch the drizzly evening through a dusty window. Autumn leaves in the misty wind are a sleepy flutter as the smooth cloudy sky blushes a deep pink; the sunlight colored house lights are turned on, the shade is pulled; her hazel eyes become Atheia and Kamo'oalewa- Earth moons- and a brown- grey dove in repose gently blends into the descending night.