Nestled at the edge of the lake, where the water glowed soft gold and the sky wrapped itself in early evening hues, a line of trees stood like quiet sentinels. Tall, weathered, and wise, they leaned gently over the dock, their reflections dancing with the ripples. To Liora, these trees were more than scenery—they were her lifelong companions. She had spent her childhood summers beneath their shade, whispering secrets into their bark and tracing the lines in their trunks like old stories. Each knot and scar told her something new: of storms they’d weathered, birds they’d sheltered, and time they’d stood through without complaint.
Now grown and returning to the dock after years away, Liora sat cross-legged at the water’s edge, her hand resting lightly on the wooden planks that had once held her barefoot joy. The trees were taller, their roots deeper, but they hadn’t forgotten her. Their leaves rustled in a language only she seemed to understand—a welcome, a memory, a reminder. She closed her eyes and breathed them in, the scent of pine and lake wind wrapping around her like an embrace. Here, between the trees and the stillness, she remembered what it meant to belong.
Nestled at the edge of the lake, where the water glowed soft gold and the sky wrapped itself in early evening hues, a line of trees stood like quiet sentinels. Tall, weathered, and wise, they leaned gently over the dock, their reflections dancing with the ripples. To Liora, these trees were more than scenery—they were her lifelong companions. She had spent her childhood summers beneath their shade, whispering secrets into their bark and tracing the lines in their trunks like old stories. Each knot and scar told her something new: of storms they’d weathered, birds they’d sheltered, and time they’d stood through without complaint.
Now grown and returning to the dock after years away, Liora sat cross-legged at the water’s edge, her hand resting lightly on the wooden planks that had once held her barefoot joy. The trees were taller, their roots deeper, but they hadn’t forgotten her. Their leaves rustled in a language only she seemed to understand—a welcome, a memory, a reminder. She closed her eyes and breathed them in, the scent of pine and lake wind wrapping around her like an embrace. Here, between the trees and the stillness, she remembered what it meant to belong.
36” x 12”
Mixed Media On Canvas
Artist: Katy Satchell
