CLOUDSCAPE #12
Oil on Canvas, Impressionism, Ethereal
There she was my guardian angel , dressed in all white, with her wings spread out behind her. She was inviting me to come closer into the clouds that surrounded us. They were so light and puffy. Was I really here? Or just watching a movie in my mind? The white turned to greyer shades as it blended into the sky above us. The darkness was creeping with the heat of the sun reflecting on the horizon line brighting the entire perspective.
There had to be people around! Yet it was like I was alone, here in the clouds with her. We stood beside one another and looked out at the rest of the world. Her dress was oddly familiar, it reminded me of something I had seen before..
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