The shout became a whisper as it dissolved into the crisp wet air.
One calls out for many reasons. The meaning is still there. The origin. But the sound that is recognized is a song… the same as a bird… the same as a tree brushing across the sky… the same as a star falling across the sun’s reflection on a lake.
The elk hears all. He knows when to cross and when to glide into the cold water.
For now, he will wait.
Others will pass by and not know why. Their walking is a whisper in time and a shout in the light that becomes a song. Because that is all humans are capable of. Yet, the song is beautiful.
Walk Through a Whisper is 15×20 inches acrylics on 100 lb. card stock by John Fish March 2010