Apricity (n.) — the warmth of the sun in winter.
This piece is a quiet meditation on that feeling. It's a generative digital monument to the subtle,
restorative power of light in the coldest time.
The world is cold and still, but not lifeless. As the sun makes its low arc, it brings a fleeting,
mossy warmth back to the trees. Life is not gone, just dormant, waiting for that gentle reminder.
The birds you startle are a reminder of the unseen life hidden in the landscape, and a reminder of
your own presence within it.