sparking on air as in somewhere in rural Europe a broomstick rises into the air . . . an old coven it was that met by the stone circle where the land meets the sky . . . or so said grandmother and she was always right . . . troubled they must be or else they would not rise . . . something brewing somewhere . . . but no . . . the broomstick turned and sweeping away . . . first to the left and then ahead . . . time to run but here comes another . . .
my fall series post for today over on my Substack at the link
https://sarahbguestperry.substack.com/p/very-eerie-pre-halloween-art-september-4bb
