I want to paint

A hazy summer day in the middle of August. An abandoned playground in the middle of nowhere. The smell of gingerbread cooking in the oven. The taste of herbal tea on a gloomy, grey day. The musty smell of old rabbit droppings on a high, windy mountaintop and one canary-yellow dandelion with a hope for a new beginning.

I want to paint

The silhouette of a scarlet coloured fox carrying the carcass of a chicken to it’s den.

I want to paint the end…