Moonlight Belongs to Dreamers: Love Letters to Eureka, #8 Twilight Jeeps & Painted Dreams , Matted 11x14 Flat Print

#8 - Twilight Jeeps & Painted Dreams

The Jeeps roll down Spring Street like painted toys in a child’s dream, string lights glimmering, colors bold against the twilight. They are not just machines but vessels of belonging, each carrying its own story, each duck on a dashboard a token of connection.

On the balcony of the Basin, a witch leans forward, not as a warning but as a welcome. She is the keeper of the springs, the voice of the old ways, reminding us that magic still seeps up through stone and water here. Overhead, the moon herself takes a joy ride, her witchy avatar darting across the sky, mischievous and free.

MothQueen perches nearby, radiant in their reminder that here, here, you don’t have to edit yourself. We don’t have to shrink our magic here. Fairy light mirrors MothQueen on the opposite side- it spills over the scene, not to illuminate the way but to celebrate the fact that you’ve already arrived.

The rainbow flags ripple like breath, not just as symbols of pride but as evidence of alignment. Of the entire light spectrum. Of the truth that joy is not a phase, it’s a frequency.

This is not a parade so much as a portal. A mirror held up to the child in you who still wants to believe that magic is real. An invocation. An invitation. To step into the street. To join the dance. To remember:

It’s safe to be seen. It’s safe to play. It’s safe to be you.

- Christopher Box