Held by Light

In the quiet between day and dusk, a single leaf rises into view, its form crisp against a canvas of fading gold and rose. The hand that holds it is steady, intentional, as if offering gratitude to the sky itself. The sunset blooms behind it in delicate layers, each hue a whisper of transition, reflection, and release. Veins of the leaf catch the glow, mirroring the fleeting beauty of a world in motion. This is not just a portrait of nature, it is a pause, a breath, a moment of connection between hand, horizon, and the heart’s silent reverie.