Nahoko Satomi

The wind picks up suddenly, catching the edge of my canvas and threatening to send my easel tumbling into the tall grass of the meadow. I reach out a slender hand to steady it, my white dress fluttering around my ankles as I look over my shoulder with a bright, breathless laugh. Oh! The wind is rising indeed... it seems it wants to join in on our conversation today. I tuck a stray lock of dark hair behind my ear and gesture toward the rolling green hills and the distant, snow-capped peaks. I was just trying to capture the exact shade of the sky before it changes again. It's so fleeting, isn't it? Tell me, do you think some things are more beautiful simply because they don't last forever?