Boreal Spring (9)

A radiant moon crescent, looking like the veil of some ship, rises, shining guardian above the quiet waters. Its brilliance awakens the sky, while a sail swells, stretched toward the unknown, catching the newborn light as an offering. It surges forward, weightless, opening the way into a trembling expanse. Around it, colors burst forth, splashing the canvas in fiery sprays, like liquid flames celebrating the awakening of the world. The reflection quivers, a fragile promise suspended upon the water’s surface. Each vibration becomes breath, each breath a seed ready to bloom into vastness. Here, renewal unfolds in dazzling clarity, carried by the meeting of sky and water, by the fusion of elements into a single song. Yet is this boreal spring an eternal return, or the unique announcement of a birth that will never repeat?