A whisper of stillness


The quietness of the autumn-break has dissolved and the stillness merely remains on the inside. Busy busy busy. Breath. Breathing in. Breathing out. Letting in new air. Painting movement. Finishing the drawing of the day. Releasing some of the busy. Long day. Yes, a very long day. Beautiful day. Moving through the day. Ending it alone in the studio. Leaving the day as I enter the evening. Rest. Rain. Fall. Hold. Holding my foot. Releasing my chest. Space. Space for myself. The echo of the movement lingers in the silence. I can hear it. The tiny whisper of quietness turning into stillness. Feeling stillness. Truth? Well. Me at least. My moment to breathe. Breathing in. Breathing out. Leaving the day and entering the evening. A little bit of rest.

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