Day 3 of #MabsDrawlloweenClub, the word is Witch.

Lore remembers witches as bridges – one foot steady on the earth, the other stepping into the unseen. They brewed teas for the feverish, knotted threads to guard travelers, whispered to seeds so crops would grow strong. Their owls weren’t just companions but guides, watching through shadow and veil while the witch read what their keen eyes revealed. Together, they walked paths most of us only glimpse in dreams.

The broom swept more than dust – it cleared thresholds, brushing out old fears so luck had a place to enter. The tall pointed hat gathered ideas like rain, marking the wearer as someone willing to look up and beyond. And those cloaks, stitched from midnight – reminders that mystery can be worn as easily as comfort, not something to dread.

I like the lore that softens the edges – witches not villains, but clever neighbors. Keepers of remedies and riddles, the sort who carry wisdom in their pockets and smile knowingly when the world tries to fit them into smaller stories.

Tonight it feels especially close – the window cracked, cool October air drifting in. A half-finished cup of tea on the desk. Owls are calling from the treeline, their back-and-forth sounding like an old conversation I’ve just stepped into. Easy to imagine a witch passing overhead, owl at her wing, making her night rounds. The sketch catches that moment like a quick Polaroid, a hint of what’s already out there if you look at the right time.

#MabsDrawlloweenClub #witch
drawlloween #mabsdrawlloweenclub #witch #owl #roanokeva

#drawlloween2025 #mdc25d3 #doodle #digitalmarkers