"Yes [They Think They] Can"

 

U.S. Capitol Building In Washington D.C.

 

Flowers in a Vase

 

Escape Hatch (Inside the door of an Apollo Command Module)

 

Those Were -- Are, and Will Be -- the Days

I merely levitated dust and somehow thought I had made the wind crack.
I blinked and made the universe disappear.
Visions everywhere seemed profound only because I was blind to the narrow focus I had been using and the insignificance of my every breath.

I wanted a mighty army to bow before rainbows and all I got was a sink with dishes that needed to be cleaned and a day whose enchantments were no more than old leaves on wet pavement.

Some move mountains...and some never see the plains above a valley.

Nothing happens with such speed that death is the only grand finale for even the most triumphant excess.

So...levitate dust, clean dishes, and learn that old leaves on pavement are beautiful.

Hints and Shading

 

Wind, Grass, and Flowers

 

Panels

 

The Imposition of Pattern Upon the Mundane

 

Evening Picnic

 

The Turbulent Beauty of Stasis