Palm Reverie

In the still heat of a Costa Rican afternoon, the palms seemed to breathe slower. Light spilled over them in coral hues, the kind of colors that exist only for a moment before the sky swallows them back.

I stood there long enough to forget the hour, you would have too. The air felt heavy with salt and humidity. Each frond tilted toward the horizon, as if listening to something I could not hear or understand. Maybe the language of the ocean. Maybe the wind’s untold stories.

Palm Reverie is that moment, a memory that refuses to fade. Signed and numbered, printed on museum-grade paper, it carries the hush of the tropics into any room it enters.

Because some moments do not ask to be remembered. They simply remain.

Never Deny The Call Of The Palm Tree.