16x16
Acrylic on gallery wrapped
PROBABLY…MOON DRAMA
The smoke rose first, curling and showing off, like the sky was its stage.
The moon noticed… and came closer.
Not loudly. Just enough.
The river caught the light. The flowers turned. The sky remembered.
The smoke twisted higher, trying to keep up.
For a moment, it almost worked.
But smoke forgets something important.
It can dance. 
It can drift. 
It can pretend.
But it cannot stay.
And the moon?
The moon doesn’t chase attention.
It simply is.
So it lingered, full, steady, undeniable while the smoke slowly unraveled into nothing at all.
And the cottage, glowing quietly below, kept its secret: it had seen this kind of drama before.
The moon simply stayed.
And the cottage below kept glowing, like it knew who would win.