December Pond
The pond lies still beneath a pale December sky, its surface kissed by a thin sheen of ice that glimmers like glass beneath the fading winter sun. A hush blankets the landscape, as if the world itself is holding its breath.
The only movement comes from the gentle swirl of breath in the cold air. Time moves slowly here, each second drawn out like the soft drip of melting frost. There's a sense of stillness that settles deep into your bones, a peaceful pause wrapped in the quiet beauty of winter's embrace.
The pond, though still, holds the pulse of the season in its quiet core: the promise of rest, the beauty of reflection, and the subtle stirring of something waiting, just beneath the surface, to begin again.
Medium: Watercolor on paper
Size: 12 X 12
The pond lies still beneath a pale December sky, its surface kissed by a thin sheen of ice that glimmers like glass beneath the fading winter sun. A hush blankets the landscape, as if the world itself is holding its breath.
The only movement comes from the gentle swirl of breath in the cold air. Time moves slowly here, each second drawn out like the soft drip of melting frost. There's a sense of stillness that settles deep into your bones, a peaceful pause wrapped in the quiet beauty of winter's embrace.
The pond, though still, holds the pulse of the season in its quiet core: the promise of rest, the beauty of reflection, and the subtle stirring of something waiting, just beneath the surface, to begin again.
Medium: Watercolor on paper
Size: 12 X 12
The pond lies still beneath a pale December sky, its surface kissed by a thin sheen of ice that glimmers like glass beneath the fading winter sun. A hush blankets the landscape, as if the world itself is holding its breath.
The only movement comes from the gentle swirl of breath in the cold air. Time moves slowly here, each second drawn out like the soft drip of melting frost. There's a sense of stillness that settles deep into your bones, a peaceful pause wrapped in the quiet beauty of winter's embrace.
The pond, though still, holds the pulse of the season in its quiet core: the promise of rest, the beauty of reflection, and the subtle stirring of something waiting, just beneath the surface, to begin again.
Medium: Watercolor on paper
Size: 12 X 12