Night
8 pieces
Stillness Struck
Luminous Convergence
Guided by the Glow
Auroral Sonata
Celestial Veins
Angry Skies, Quiet Harbor Chased back by angry skies, but not before the show. Nature's eviction notice, delivered in lightning.
Midnight Jostle Was headed to bed when the moon and the wind conspired to keep me up a little longer.
You Can't See the Smell Ellie sat this one out, her loss. I got the storm and the smell: that clean, sharp, electric, impossible petrichor rush when rain hits dry ground. Surprising, layered, a gift you can't photograph and never see coming. The sky put on a show, but the scent stole it. You can't see the smell. But trust me, it was the best part. ⚡️