JORJA’S NIGHT VIEW
Looking into the distance a shimmer catches my eye. I stare into the dusk-lit horizon and I notice the roundness of the moon. It peers through the tree almost like it is spying on me. The tree emerges from the ground warped and twisted like an old woman over a campfire.
Mist appears to seep from the ground wafting into the moonlit skyline. The sky is tinged with a purple haze and I wonder what lies beyond the hills. What covers the space between here and there, land or sea as my eyes deceive me in this night light?
JORJA – YEAR 7