Orange Armor

Kiki Grace '24

Nomad horses dot the plains of green.

Below a sky of fading blue, an emerging coal drenched cloak. These travelers have orange armor.

Day turns to night as the nomads travel the extensive field. Infinite green.

A field not yet stilled by the new season’s frost.

Along the shore of accumulating rock. Growing land. There is a band of nomad horses. Traveling from one place to another. In orange armor.

Dissolving blue day light turns unsolidified and melts into another day. Into months of orange armor, bold in calm blue broken haze.

Train Track

Tripp Clark '25