She’s hasn’t been climbing these mountains since she was a small sprout. Older and wiser, Samantha, seeks to reach the top the towers of her youth.
She passes her childhood limits a little too easily. Without questioning, doubting, or consideration but grit, zeal, and determination. She passes though the thick clouds that left her too nervous in her past.
Passing a moment of triumph. She notices the path is practically carved out for her, every foothold extending like a ladder. It seems she’s not the only one who’s changed over the years.
My has she grown.
A type of drawing like this almost unfolds onto others in a similar vein.