Solstice passed in a shroud of darkness and rain. Despite this sudden cold snap, winter has been warmer than usual, The Old Woman notes as she sweeps the ash and grit across the cave floor and out the opening. One by one, she stirs her steaming cauldrons with their herbs, bones, and dyes. The Old Woman stands still for a moment and breathes in the cold winter air. The wind has shifted from the north and blown away the clouds so that the sky is high and blue. The Seagulls are dancing together in the air currents. The Old Woman decides to climb up onto the island, to stretch her gaze far beyond the dark confines of her cave.
Duck Feathers
Duck Feathers
Duck Feathers
Solstice passed in a shroud of darkness and rain. Despite this sudden cold snap, winter has been warmer than usual, The Old Woman notes as she sweeps the ash and grit across the cave floor and out the opening. One by one, she stirs her steaming cauldrons with their herbs, bones, and dyes. The Old Woman stands still for a moment and breathes in the cold winter air. The wind has shifted from the north and blown away the clouds so that the sky is high and blue. The Seagulls are dancing together in the air currents. The Old Woman decides to climb up onto the island, to stretch her gaze far beyond the dark confines of her cave.