A Black woman rides a palomino through a meadow where twilight settles. Her hair, braided and crowned catches the last light; the palomino’s coat gleams golden, mane flowing like poured honey. Fireflies stitch the air with lazy points of green and amber, rising and falling in a quiet constellation around them.
A Black woman rides a palomino through a meadow where twilight settles. Her hair, braided and crowned catches the last light; the palomino’s coat gleams golden, mane flowing like poured honey. Fireflies stitch the air with lazy points of green and amber, rising and falling in a quiet constellation around them.