Light Finding Her
She opens herself to the air as if it has something to say.
Color sharpens here—cool surroundings answering the heat in her skin, a quiet contrast that makes her glow feel intentional. Her head tilts back, hair caught mid-motion, and the moment stretches between breath taken and breath released. Nothing about her posture asks for permission; it simply follows the path of feeling.
This is not display.
It is response.
The light climbs her body and gathers at her throat and jaw, where awareness turns skyward. She does not chase the warmth; she lets it come to her, knowing it always does. What radiates here is vitality—alive, alert, uncontained.
A sun does not always rest.
Sometimes it rises through her.
Light Finding Her
She opens herself to the air as if it has something to say.
Color sharpens here—cool surroundings answering the heat in her skin, a quiet contrast that makes her glow feel intentional. Her head tilts back, hair caught mid-motion, and the moment stretches between breath taken and breath released. Nothing about her posture asks for permission; it simply follows the path of feeling.
This is not display.
It is response.
The light climbs her body and gathers at her throat and jaw, where awareness turns skyward. She does not chase the warmth; she lets it come to her, knowing it always does. What radiates here is vitality—alive, alert, uncontained.
A sun does not always rest.
Sometimes it rises through her.