The Hidden Hand

Over corn stubble,
Over the distant blue hills,
A hidden hand paints.

A bit of an emergency blip - didn't take anything all day, nose too close to grindstone. This was on my way to dance practice, the sun was just fading into darkness.

* By "hidden hand" I don't mean "the hidden hand of capitalism" (which lets be honest is more like a fist in the face ...).