Path, my feet touched, no, leveled down on your moss. I wasn’t a witch before I walked these paths but now I’m not sure. Are you looking at clouds or does your eye quest for the stars at night, so when you fell to the ground, you reached your desire? You can watch those stars as your green needles drink in the sun and the clouds. The lichen have a different song, they are solid to the rock and the water and the sun. You lichen, don’t mind when the winter, ice pushes into the rock and then reseeds in the spring. Path of Light 36” x 48” oil on cradled panel. Available, please email for details, sharinbarber(at)gmail.com
