Between two ancient mountains, a silver moon rose slowly, poised like a coin balanced on the edge of the world. Its light spilled across the still lake nestled in the valley below, turning the water into a sheet of liquid mirror. The surface shimmered with each ripple stirred by a gentle breeze, casting twin moons in motion—one in the sky, one in the lake, both ethereal and impossibly bright. Pines along the shoreline stood silent and reverent, their dark silhouettes framing the glowing path the moon painted across the water.
A lone traveler sat at the lake’s edge, knees tucked to chest, watching the scene with the quiet awe of someone who had walked far enough to forget why they began. In the moon’s glow, memories softened—the weight of distance, the sting of loss, all faded into silver mist. The reflection shimmered not just on the lake, but in the eyes of the traveler, who finally understood that some beauty doesn't need a reason. It only needs to be witnessed.
Between two ancient mountains, a silver moon rose slowly, poised like a coin balanced on the edge of the world. Its light spilled across the still lake nestled in the valley below, turning the water into a sheet of liquid mirror. The surface shimmered with each ripple stirred by a gentle breeze, casting twin moons in motion—one in the sky, one in the lake, both ethereal and impossibly bright. Pines along the shoreline stood silent and reverent, their dark silhouettes framing the glowing path the moon painted across the water.
A lone traveler sat at the lake’s edge, knees tucked to chest, watching the scene with the quiet awe of someone who had walked far enough to forget why they began. In the moon’s glow, memories softened—the weight of distance, the sting of loss, all faded into silver mist. The reflection shimmered not just on the lake, but in the eyes of the traveler, who finally understood that some beauty doesn't need a reason. It only needs to be witnessed.
36” x 48”
Mixed Media On Canvas
Artist: Katy Satchell
