01 The Serenity I Carry

I carry her with me. See her closer, her movement could be told as the tulle fluttered in the wind, whispering a story I can almost hear—one of waves rolling over embedded shells, of silence deep enough to hold the sky. 

There are many dots of green, white, red, and gold in her face, which is the color of the ocean. 

I think I can hear the waves while looking at her or the opposite sky that can accept many birds. She is so quiet, so quiet.

I keep staring at it and feel like I have fallen into the purity.

I set her as my phone wallpaper. I print her image and place it near me. Every time I look, my troubles are gone, and she gently fixes me in place. I will always remember she as if she is moving, mainly quietly and almost still. I’m totally in a state of purity.

She comes from the artwork of Monet.