What do you see? A sunset or a sunrise? Waves? Or the depth of the sea?
I see the potential to weave a tale.
A tale woven with orange hues. Strong words bobbing up and down; their gentle tides enriching your experience. The stories move back and forth, theirs depths unknown, their mysteries hidden in what lays between my words and your imagination.
I see shades of light and dark; spaces between water and clouds.
I see a canvas awaiting …waiting for the tide of my words.