Santa Fe

The sky sits in layers on top of a layered earth below. Dark somber tufts wisp across a contrast of bright, puffy blankets, which lay on top of a gold horizon, nestled behind a bed of sweeping, painted mountains. A display of darkened circles appear, shrink, and disappear on the dampened wood. They look like a gentle song, if the eyes could hear music. The day is inviting, asking for your company.