Acrylic on canvas, 30” x 40”, Framed

Night Approaches

By Whitney Fuemmeler

Waves lap my legs in jagged caresses. Curious touch, anxious retreat. A brave resurgence slicks my skin in salty brine. It tugs and swirls around me, following a rhythm meant to stir the heart, not settle the mind. A mystery breathes in miles of uninhabitable depth. A home for dreams, skeletons, magic, or monsters. Wind weaves light on the surface, splicing the picture. Purple curtains fall in the afterglow as night approaches. I kick the shallows; twilight embers, splashing, shatter the mirrored sky. I challenge the sea to swallow me whole, to take me somewhere darker, where I can be most me.