The days start their steady progression towards summer. Little by little, we have more daylight.
On this short winter day, I awoke to a sky grey and low and even now as I write this and the evening closes in, the light has remained at this level all day.
This is of course all part of the balancing of one season with another; maybe summer evenings wouldn’t hold their magic if the dark of winter wasn’t there as a counterbalance.
This painting came out today full of the life-giving energy of the blessed star around which we orbit as if to herald that onward march to summer.
The title is a borrowed line from the poem Song at Sunset by Walt Whitman with thanks.
I hope you enjoy it, please let me know.