Daily story, September 12, 2025

She had always wanted to paint, and so she started, knifing thick colour where the world looked grey and blending watercolour gradients where it looked hard. She gained varicoloured footprints, bright pigment spilling from the soles of her feet. An impasto trail followed her: there was no hiding anymore, except by going everywhere so that the whole world was in her colours. She only stopped for the sunset.