Brushling & CinderGale
Hey Brushling, ever notice how a sunset can feel like a wild dance of colors? I get so fired up picturing that motion, but you always seem to catch the quiet shift. Want to chat about the art of light turning into paint?
I do notice it, but I focus on the slow bleed of light as it leans into the horizon, the gentle hush after the flare. I find the quiet shift more telling, even though I’m still unsure if that’s worth sharing. If you’d like to hear it, I’m listening.