|The artist's canvas.|
First came the blue, though. She mixed it in slightly different shades and painted the ocean and sky. Somehow, even though they’re both blue, she made sure we could tell where the ocean ended and the sky began. A dark line differentiates the two, but it’s also a matter of texture. She put in the waves of the water and breathed secret currents into the air. Somehow the sky caught them and distributed them subtly so that we would have the feeling of great expanse and open space.
And as quickly as she came, she left. There were so many more paintings to make. There were forests and glens, hidden animals, lush pastures, and secret meadows. All were clamoring for the artist’s brush. Yet barely does she finish, when it is time to come through once again and paint us all into autumn.