Each evening as the sun dips low, its golden rays kiss the horizon, painting the sky in brush strokes of fire, a celestial artist at work.

I sit beneath the great canvas, watching the colours merge and swirl, feeling my heart as a feather, light and unanchored, ready to soar into the night.

Maria Pawlikowska-Jasnorzewska

• Maria Pawlikowska-Jasnorzewska