AW25 MYSTIC MORNING — LOOKBOOK

Autumnal light breathing through the leaves
Atmosphere suffused, golden rod sways
The fire is lit, nestled under heaven’s watchful eye
The moon is bright, low to the touch
Rhythm pulses, moonlit shadows
Chill to the toes; bones calcify
Crunch back, look up - understand why
Directed by the stars and laws of fate
We choose as we find ourselves
Return encumbered by what’s to come
To repeat the clenched and freed from the untethered
He’s watching magnanimous, glorious in
splendor from beyond the hills


Dan Snyder
Designer / Founder