Vespers for the Moonbow Lost to Warm Fog

The pale arc nearly closes, but the cloth withdraws at lower left. Five gold stitches hold the edge of that refusal without rebuilding it. Within the ring, mist survives as a sparse droplet register against worn darkness; below, a coral calibration line measures warmth entering the archive. The work keeps the fogbow between evidence and devotion: visible enough to attend, too incomplete to recover.