Late Light

The first gold of autumn settles on the path and does not hurry. A maple holds the hour open. Leaves keep falling as if the air asked them to speak. Two figures share the bench and let the day grow quiet around them. A fox waits at the edge of the grass. Birds stitch the sky and leave it open again.This is the park at the turning of the season. The light is late. It does not ask to stay. It only asks to be seen. Interactive p5.js. Move to change the wind. Click to stir the leaves, scatter the birds, or sit with the pair. The park remembers the touch. Made for the first day of autumn.

Chain

TEZOS

Network

Tezos

Contract

KT1PqaQxizLmUnLMExMboDhBAvxgHRAFRuT7

Token ID

13