faded ochre

the dust settles, leaving it in the middle of the road. the once rich velvet holds a dusty glamour; still elegant, the worn spots on the arms and seat indicate something well loved, or well used. the rich ochre has faded but still holds a jewel tone bringing out the rich mahogany of the arm insets, scratched but still shining from varnish, applied lovingly, long, long ago.

such a beautiful piece of work, it's apparent it was crafted back when crafts were valued and treasured. now it's disposable. left here, in this dirt road, in the middle of nowhere. waiting for the next person to see the elegance under the dust, see how loved the seats were, how valued the aesthetic was. something not to be missed. but here it is, lying in wait, covered in grime, waiting. because someone who appreciates the work, the understated elegance, the love put into it, will see, and belong.