Stroke After Stroke...
Swimming through unusually hot waters, I hit the rusted gates. No key to unlock them. Too thin to swim through. Hanging from the top, an old paint brush. Reaching up for it, the gates suddenly open. Stroke after stroke I meet a ladder. Climbing each soaked & unstable step, I notice something familiar in the sky. Brushing away the ash surrounding it, allowing it to shine throughout all night long…⚡️

















