Hugo presses through the woods with quick steps. Pushing past branch and bush with fervor, heedless of grace. He reaches a hill top, a clearing above many of the trees. He needs to think, he needs to breathe. What's happening?

He looks up, shot through with an unknown feeling as the sky is unfolding before him. The sight is beautiful and disorienting. A brilliant display of pinks and yellows and blues.

The sky and land around him are catalysts, guides to his turmoil. Guides to what he is starting to know. He looks up and feels, for once, a wish. A wish to stay. A wish to be honest and true. A wish to-

Everything is changing. This he knows, even as his fears pull against him, keeping him from a full embrace. His heart is being chased to the edge. He's beginning to find the pieces of him that he's been hiding. He thinks he's even beginning to hope.

Have a sappy hugo painting this evening

(and credit to the wild robot film for visual and writing inspo!)