There's a path through the lavender that only shows up at dusk. The sun dips low, the whole field hums purple, and the trail glows soft and golden, pulling you forward into rows that seem to go on forever. You don't need to know where it leads. You just want to keep walking.
This little piece holds that walk. A sky layered in dusky violet, blush pink, and warm apricot settles over a field of rich, wild lavender, each bloom built from loose, textured tufts of wool you can almost brush your hand across. Down the center, a sunlit path draws your eye straight to the horizon.
Small enough for a desk, a bookshelf, or a nightstand, it's a quiet pocket of summer evening to come back to whenever you need a breath.
