12×12 in cradled wood, 2 in edge | acrylic, oil pastel, colored pencil

you know when you can feel the season subtly changing and the breeze that blows seems to rid of the unnecessary. It almost sorta invigorates what you have rooted. So these new blooms come about to say what’s up and wish you well for the new season you’re strolling into. The breeze carries a whisper that reassures your heart at the end of a long day and reminds you that you’re actually going to be better than okay. That the looks of this day may not be what you anticipated but could very well be what was intended. If not needed. A fresh wind is good with my soul. I’ll let it do what it does and I’ll know that its for me and only good and beautiful things will be coming for me, rooting for me.