11 degrees this morning, my breath like ice,
But my heart was at Tom’s Cove, beneath skies so nice.
A golden hour masterpiece, where sky and sea meet,
Whispers of summer in waves at my feet.
Chasing warmth, dreaming of salt air and sun,
Where day and horizon are one.
11 degrees this morning, my breath like ice,
But my heart was at Tom’s Cove, beneath skies so nice.
A golden hour masterpiece, where sky and sea meet,
Whispers of summer in waves at my feet.
Chasing warmth, dreaming of salt air and sun,
Where day and horizon are one.
Hoping to capture to the delicate charm and depth of this flower🩷
~watercolor
~original & prints available
#watercolor #painting #art #artwork #florals
Hoping to capture to the delicate charm and depth of this flower🩷
~watercolor
~original & prints available
#watercolor #painting #art #artwork #florals