Star Rider

She ponders her journey with an enigmatic charm. She sits alone in the carriage, waiting to reach her destination.

Along the journey, at various points, she disembarks to take in the view. To breathe in the fresh air. To hear the babbling brook. To smell the scent of a rose.

To watch a snowflake form before it makes its descent to cover Gaia’s garden.

To see a broken twig form the wall of a nest being weaved by its housekeeper.

To see light separate at source into its multitude of colours.

She is Mother Nature, and she likes to ponder the smallest of things on her journey through eternity.