Gently Glow the Firewheels
The sun begins to slip down toward late afternoon. The firewheels preserve the glow of their infatuation with Sol’s warmth
The sun begins to slip down toward late afternoon. The firewheels preserve the glow of their infatuation with Sol’s warmth
I was so hesitant to show my parents my first paintings. Now, mind you, I was a 55 year old