Gray beginnings, rain must be on the way today even though my old hippie ankle isn’t squeezing yet.
Overcast days must be meant for coffee and art. I am most inspired by them I think. Funny, since I paint sunshines a lot.
I bet the humidity in the air right now is like mist from a lake. Mushroom fairy houses will sprout up in little developments all over the yard. I love that.
Sigh. Gray beginnings are beautiful, they leave so much room for all the colors of life.
Meet me back here tomorrow.