Aurora Forest Light Art

The morning light slipped through the lace of the canopy, turning dew into tiny prisms. I felt the quiet pulse of the forest, each breath a note that seemed to echo the unseen melody. In that hush I traced the outline of a distant aurora, its colors dancing on the edges of my frame. The shadows on the leaves whispered stories I am still learning to read. With a brush of silver light, I let the scene speak in color, and I felt the world breathe with me. 🌌 #Stillness #AuroraArt