Here's my easel, Here's what I hear.
Ink, Any Pronouns, 23, Always down to talk<3
Main: @spilledink105.bsky.social
Empty of clouds the sky carries watchful almondmoon and pinprick light.
Empty of wind the sort carries the chirping and calling of birds and insects, the gentle clicks of critters cavorting.
Empty of fear I carry appreciation and stillness.
That which is empty, Holds.
Empty of clouds the sky carries watchful almondmoon and pinprick light.
Empty of wind the sort carries the chirping and calling of birds and insects, the gentle clicks of critters cavorting.
Empty of fear I carry appreciation and stillness.
That which is empty, Holds.
Heavy grey clouds in parallax play hang overhead as forewarning, ready. Wind at anticipatory rest.
A flash of lightning brings a sky in slate to one in sun briefly, as it's twin clap screams calling the torrent's cue.
And it was a torrent.
Heavy grey clouds in parallax play hang overhead as forewarning, ready. Wind at anticipatory rest.
A flash of lightning brings a sky in slate to one in sun briefly, as it's twin clap screams calling the torrent's cue.
And it was a torrent.
The winds come wiry and thick with ozone and petrichor. Dozenfold flashes of forktongue lightning arch from dark cloud to dark cloud, thunder growling angry on the horizon. Such delay tells me the distances said anger has yet to cross.
I am shrunken before it all.
The winds come wiry and thick with ozone and petrichor. Dozenfold flashes of forktongue lightning arch from dark cloud to dark cloud, thunder growling angry on the horizon. Such delay tells me the distances said anger has yet to cross.
I am shrunken before it all.
The wind is a steady and peaceful caress. I hear the rhythmic trilling of some far off critter.
Far away the full moon peers above me like a spotlight turning the sky a deep blue that feels like a cool blanket. I feel watched.
For once, that's not such a bad feeling.
The wind is a steady and peaceful caress. I hear the rhythmic trilling of some far off critter.
Far away the full moon peers above me like a spotlight turning the sky a deep blue that feels like a cool blanket. I feel watched.
For once, that's not such a bad feeling.
The sky is clear and the wind quiet. I see the moon in a bright reflection before I look at her truly and find a sky around her bright enough to be called blue.
The shadowed edge promises a more radiant tomorrow.
A needed anchor.
The sky is clear and the wind quiet. I see the moon in a bright reflection before I look at her truly and find a sky around her bright enough to be called blue.
The shadowed edge promises a more radiant tomorrow.
A needed anchor.
Barely there lightning illuminates less than clouds. The wind comes in starts and stops.
Gust. Stillness.
Gust. Stillness.
The halfstorm watched over by a moon of two shapes.
I find myself equally wandering.
Barely there lightning illuminates less than clouds. The wind comes in starts and stops.
Gust. Stillness.
Gust. Stillness.
The halfstorm watched over by a moon of two shapes.
I find myself equally wandering.
Clear sky, of clouds and of stars.
Clear head, of worry and thought.
Clear way, ahead.
It feels like a gift.
Clear sky, of clouds and of stars.
Clear head, of worry and thought.
Clear way, ahead.
It feels like a gift.
Numb heat in the air broken up under breeze barely there more understood than felt. Clouds and rain and light from apartment lamps, all in absentia.
I can see more stars than usual, servong only to highlight the mirrorless black surrounding.
We are directionless Here.
Numb heat in the air broken up under breeze barely there more understood than felt. Clouds and rain and light from apartment lamps, all in absentia.
I can see more stars than usual, servong only to highlight the mirrorless black surrounding.
We are directionless Here.
Whipping western winds push on eastbound clouds, thunder rumbling against the horizon. The echoes feel like oncoming waves.
The sun is shining.
There is no rain.
Yet.
The sky is alive and breathing.
Whipping western winds push on eastbound clouds, thunder rumbling against the horizon. The echoes feel like oncoming waves.
The sun is shining.
There is no rain.
Yet.
The sky is alive and breathing.
Warm rain and heavy clouds without a breeze to speak of. The waters smell like ammonia, and sugar, and old wood.
Sometimes it's nice to be reminded things can be washed away.
Warm rain and heavy clouds without a breeze to speak of. The waters smell like ammonia, and sugar, and old wood.
Sometimes it's nice to be reminded things can be washed away.
A Cumulonimbus Incas stares over me and its anvil looms further. A wheezing breeze drifts to stir me from my fervor.
Without its help I couldn't help but stare back. With it I feel I can withstand anything.
It helps me stand and work.
A Cumulonimbus Incas stares over me and its anvil looms further. A wheezing breeze drifts to stir me from my fervor.
Without its help I couldn't help but stare back. With it I feel I can withstand anything.
It helps me stand and work.
Headlight, streetlight, planelight, moonlight, starlight. There are so many motes. They join me in the still and silent.
The sky is clear but my face is wet, while the wind gives me sympathetic caress, I still find myself wishing I could share this peace.
Instead
Headlight, streetlight, planelight, moonlight, starlight. There are so many motes. They join me in the still and silent.
The sky is clear but my face is wet, while the wind gives me sympathetic caress, I still find myself wishing I could share this peace.
Instead
Rain comes in drizzle, torrent, drizzle. Whipping winds spiral and billow in eddies before racing away replaced with its sisters in joyous play.
Even the clouds join the raucous.
I take comfort and joy in equal measure in watching their game.
Rain comes in drizzle, torrent, drizzle. Whipping winds spiral and billow in eddies before racing away replaced with its sisters in joyous play.
Even the clouds join the raucous.
I take comfort and joy in equal measure in watching their game.
Open skies beget sweeping winds. A balm against skin in temperate times.
I breathe out in time with the earth.
Open skies beget sweeping winds. A balm against skin in temperate times.
I breathe out in time with the earth.
Halfmoon light shines through clear skies while temperate mist plays with streetlight in gently dancing rivulet patterns against the ground.
The breeze that carries them both smells sweet, like cherries.
Halfmoon light shines through clear skies while temperate mist plays with streetlight in gently dancing rivulet patterns against the ground.
The breeze that carries them both smells sweet, like cherries.
Tender breeze balanced against warm night air. The clouds are moving but the trees stay still.
It's nice to have a break.
Tender breeze balanced against warm night air. The clouds are moving but the trees stay still.
It's nice to have a break.
Gently, small raindrops in wind, in steady calming breaths. Gently, small rivulets wind across the ground. A cigarette ember skips across the wet asphalt on leidenfrost pillows.
A little levity.
Gently, small raindrops in wind, in steady calming breaths. Gently, small rivulets wind across the ground. A cigarette ember skips across the wet asphalt on leidenfrost pillows.
A little levity.
The year's first quick peels of lightning and thunder cross a torrent of rain gone just as fast. Humid air on snow as ice turns to water, and water to mist. The coming morning will be obscured as the outside develops thick fog.
In return I find clarity inside.
The year's first quick peels of lightning and thunder cross a torrent of rain gone just as fast. Humid air on snow as ice turns to water, and water to mist. The coming morning will be obscured as the outside develops thick fog.
In return I find clarity inside.
Fresh pawprints on fresh snow. An ever-so-gentle rain and wind brush my face while the city lights illuminate low cloud cover like the firings of a slumbering mind.
Dreaming.
Fresh pawprints on fresh snow. An ever-so-gentle rain and wind brush my face while the city lights illuminate low cloud cover like the firings of a slumbering mind.
Dreaming.
The wind comes in waves like gentle exhales. The clouds a blanket, insulating the micromovements of tree and earth below. Occasional snowflakes drift down like soft workings of a sleeping mind.
Let's be restful together.
The wind comes in waves like gentle exhales. The clouds a blanket, insulating the micromovements of tree and earth below. Occasional snowflakes drift down like soft workings of a sleeping mind.
Let's be restful together.
I heard a singing wind humming gently on frozen earth and sky alike, thrumming and chiming like crystal flutist. Raucous applause in gentle click of leaf, tree limb, and delicate hailstone.
Thunderous support echoes from awestruck audience.
I heard a singing wind humming gently on frozen earth and sky alike, thrumming and chiming like crystal flutist. Raucous applause in gentle click of leaf, tree limb, and delicate hailstone.
Thunderous support echoes from awestruck audience.
Hungry air bites hard for heat to prepare for the topor ahead. Thick clouds watch from horizon to horizon patiently waiting for an end to its sister's feast.
Soon comes the stillness, soon.
Hungry air bites hard for heat to prepare for the topor ahead. Thick clouds watch from horizon to horizon patiently waiting for an end to its sister's feast.
Soon comes the stillness, soon.
The wind starts in currents and eddies across us remind us of our connection. Criss-crossing sunbeams through changing clouds remind us of our suspension.
The greatest gift is a reminder. That we too live in fluid medium.
The wind starts in currents and eddies across us remind us of our connection. Criss-crossing sunbeams through changing clouds remind us of our suspension.
The greatest gift is a reminder. That we too live in fluid medium.
A flock of clouds collect and dust light snow, in light winds, with light chill. Letting light break through in sunbeams from behind.
Seeing the snow suspended inspires in me a light heart.
A flock of clouds collect and dust light snow, in light winds, with light chill. Letting light break through in sunbeams from behind.
Seeing the snow suspended inspires in me a light heart.
Clouds watch rapt running with their sister wind an invigorating chill bite rushing by with anticipatory frolic.
I can't wait to see what we're preparing for.
Clouds watch rapt running with their sister wind an invigorating chill bite rushing by with anticipatory frolic.
I can't wait to see what we're preparing for.