#genieeeeee

earlier this month i commissioned @bgalvinoart for a wonderful drawing of one of my twc detectives, genie, and i have not been able to stop staring at it since

       she  remembers,   twenty summers ago,   faint murmurings of a sparrow whose wings had all but frayed for time cannot spare even the most song - filled creature.  there is sorrow.  there is regret lingering behind pretty words,   but she cannot hear them,  not just yet.  their numbers swell like algal bloom until eventually they sputter outward,   forever cultivated beside the passing breeze,  softened by the ears of others who may sit and care to listen to their tales.  it is not death,  it is not the philosophy of disappearing.  instead it is something far less bittersweet. 

        gone but not gone.  he remains,  streaked and luminous even as daylight dies.