Only the eyes of owls can be seen here; nnthey are the stars, they radiate. nnnnand every constellation nnis a fraction of God's DNA nnthat we were made to notice and navigate. nnnnas the moon commands the tide nnto balance the weight of change, nnwe must learn to follow all the same. nnnnwhen the northern lights were born, nnthe color poured into our eyes, nnlike tipping a glass with the ocean inside.nnnninto the darkness, nnwe will send our symphonies -nna shorthand of existence, nna slowly turning key, nnthe voyager will leave us nnwith this modest memory of home. nnnnwhen the sunlight wakes the earth nnfrom its deep sleep, nnall creatures bloom. nnand through lifted lashes, all is new. nnnnas a newborn recognizes nnits mother's voice from inside the womb, nnmay we remember the warmth of our youth. nnnnthe overture was written, nnlike the calm before a storm. nnwith hummingbird precision, nnwe must follow every chordnnnntimelapse reveals a slight of hand, nnit unties the rules of time and plan. nnstillness is only a state of mind, nna blind spot that brightness has left behind. nnwet paint is a privilege that we will find. nnnnas the wrist of an artist nnpulls the foreground into the frame, nnwe must learn to focus, all the same. nnnnall these restless conversations nnhave tied a string to every living thing, nnand our illustrations will draw them near