When I was a little girl, I awoke late one night and found myself bathed in moonlight. It streamed through the window, shining like a spotlight onto my pillow. What I felt in that moment was peace and warmth, and I lay there in complete awe of the beauty light could create ~ the magical suspension of time, encapsulating everything and nothing within its rays.
A moonlight sonata in orange and green; a celebration of that moment of wonder, peace and of that glimmer of the mobius nature of time.
(At some time I will figure out why I am getting this weird spacing, but for tonight enjoy the moments of white, a cleansing of the palette, if you will...*smile*)