Circle Of Life

It had been a 100 degrees and a miserable afternoon. An outdoor funeral had left my daughter and I sad and exhausted. 

The chocolate bourbon balls I brought to the visitation had melted, and now lay in a sad, wet pile I could see through the Tupperware. 

I pulled the truck over.  As we got out in a mutual silence to watch the sun set, my daughter slipped her arm over my shoulders.  The blistering air was heavy in our lungs, and the Texas countryside rang with the music of heat bugs. 

The dead grass cracking underneath my feet, I took a photo of this dead but glorious old tree; with greenery rapidly clothing her in vines and flowers.

Thank God for daughters, and sunsets, and the promise of another day.

(Wallis Museum Grade/ Watercolor Underpainting /Painted in studio)