Original artwork description:

A summer day drowning in light so thick it turns eyelids to lead. Nothing has happened. The teapot rests in its contented warmth, casting a sharp shadow. And yet something contracts inside.
What is there to mourn on such a day?
Perhaps those happy moments that now resemble abandoned stations where trains no longer stop. Sadness is the tax we pay for standing too long in the sun. Tomorrow the heart will balance its accounts. Tomorrow that same teapot will whistle its carefree tune. For today, let it be enough to watch the shifting light—knowing there's neither punishment nor lesson here, only the silent pact between joy and its inevitable fading.

Tags:

#flowers #summer #garden #textures #vintage #shadows #lemons #milk #sunlight #teapot #key #parsnips