Many arrangements were washed away with the day.
I ended up with this.
She. Still standing. Not swept away. Washed by it, that which flows through. Kantha legs are strong.
The additions are all silk. Which started with the foggy silk moon, veiled in summer leaves, a reflection of the moody day, the dot itself in sympathy with the house of time passing. The background in sympathy with blue already there. Blending.
And then the river. Nobody does flow better than Glennis. I love her shibori silk ribbon because of that, and how it is so liquid. You can make it flow around anything, if you have the mind to try.
I imagine there will still be wings. It's not time yet.
