She closed the curtains settling in for the night.

How in the world did it get dark so fast? The early evenings felt like an excuse to settle into a lazy disposition, but as a wild woman the term “lazy” was exempt from her vocabulary.

As the curtains fell over the glass silence captured her mind. 

Her soul aware and driving thoughts. 

Creative ambitions took over releasing her emotions into thin air. 

You should have seen the way the colors in her eyes changed, like ocean washed flames vibrant green full of mystery and great depth.

The world fell into her hands, magic poured from her fingertips. Ideas unknown to anyone in existence were brought to life by the work of her hands. 

In all her madness she finally stood still, two deep breaths followed by several well relaxed ones fell from her mouth. If there was ever a good time for a smile now would be the time. 

There was no denying her raw talent as she explored the outcome. 

Hard work and emotions fused together, She called this art.