104 reactions | The sun bows down, its promise kept, While shadows...

A strip of pale avocado light Hangs where ocean meets the night. The air hums with sweet suspense, Each gust a thrill, each sound intense. Waves leap high with silver spray, Then crash and twist and slide away. The sky holds still—then breaks apart, A rosy lightning cleaves its heart. It arcs in silence, soft and wide, A bloom of fire above the tide. The sea, awash in blushing flame, Whispers back the storm’s sweet name. • • • • • • • #figlinski #oilpainting oilpaintingvideo #paintingreel #artco