The only tranquility in a phoenix’s life occurs right after rebirth from its ashes, a small moment in time before the poor creature ignites. Once ablaze the creature leaps into the air, dives and swirls wildly in hopes to extinguish itself. When the pain has reached an unbearable state it dives towards the ground into the earth and is reduced to ashes only the begin the process all over again.
I do not like this doodle. There was an accident with a cotton ball full of white watercolor. I worked it out. I decided to call it The Phoenix. This mythical bird reminds me of those that must struggle daily in life, the only break they get is hopefully in their dreams.