My Earliest Memories

I remember when I first saw my father's racing horses. The wind had a particular chill to it causing the long meadow grass to brush through it in a consistent motion of noise. They were so far from me and yet so free. No longer chasing over a prize. No longer the loss of a unlucky man's fortune neither the win. But the motion of running never haults, no. 

The wind and the air it never freezes in Its place. Its always moving past an whether the eye can acknowledge it. 

Journal Entry #2

I saw her in my dreams last night. Or at the least the silhouette of her. She was standing with her back to the cliffs edge and her golden wheat curls waving as if to say goodbye to me. The sun was shining behind her.. I only saw the light glisten of her eyes.

 Hands open 

Reaching out for me 

There was a bit more to it but I would rather think about that moment. Before I forget it all the next day.

2/3

 

Roseic Offertoire (Concept Sketch)

 

 You promised we both would be dead that night.

 I need to..

discard of this.

You won't mind do you?

yes.. you won't mind at all.

 I've been terribly clumsy. Too clumsy this time. No.. ... No it will be fine, this can be salvaged. Yes. Yes it can.