she would find herself.
are we all looking? sometimes don’t you find yourself pleasantly misplaced? lost? wandering?…. and you glance up from your path, and realize you have no idea where you are.
or how you got here.
holding a poker face in check so as not to spook the others.
you quietly leave that path for another.
this is a rework. redo. a paint-over.
glances of the original looking back (green/ yellow gold); didn’t want to spook those.
a quiet change in a new direction. new path. new painting.
and she would find herself. somehow exactly where she was supposed to be this whole time.