terra incognita

Acres upon acres of soil, gently rolling, like a swell of land beside a cliff. This land, barren at first sight, so brown against the backdrop of fog and clouds where the cliff drops into a deep ravine. No shred of sky is visible, not in this somber weather, yet the scent of mountains hidden by the weather; earthy and cold —permeates the air. Razed after a fire, this abandoned land of ash and loam, now tilled and ready for growth, awaits the crops it would house and nourish. 

A painting in words, the landscape of my soul.