She Rides Wild Horses

Fine Art Giclee canvas/print

In the hush of midnight, she slipped into a dream where the world unfolded like a painted canvas. She stood in a boundless field alive with crimson poppies, their petals fluttering like flames under a golden sun. Jagged mountains rose around her, guardians of this secret paradise, their snow-capped summits piercing the sky.
 Wild horses thundered across the blooms, untethered and fierce, their coats gleaming in shades of chestnut and midnight. Drawn by an invisible pull, she reached out to one—a powerful mare with eyes like storm clouds. In a heartbeat, she was astride, gripping the flowing mane as they surged forward. The ground blurred beneath pounding hooves, poppies crushing into a scarlet mist, the wind carrying her laughter high into the peaks. Freedom pulsed through her veins, unbridled and eternal, until the dawn gently pulled her back to wakefulness, leaving only the faint scent of wildflowers on her skin.