Don't you love the sound of wind chimes on a warm breeze?
I remember standing in my Grandparents' yard and listening to the sound of an approaching breeze. The soft roar of the leaves rustling in the tree tops. The branches gently swaying, passing the wind from tree to tree. As it drifted closer, feeling the first puff of air brush across my cheek and fly past me, twisting through my hair. Then came the delicate sound of wind chimes. The calm of that moment has been captured and in "The Breeze". This print is now available in my Etsy shop.