Night time, when everything is calm, an old unfinished painting starts to get a new layer over its washed colors. What it will become, a new night might tell. Waiting to paint more while the spring birds do their work by singing through an open balcony door. Or the raindrops washing the air with their melody of touched things. Roofs, window sills, branches, chimneys, walls, stone steps, stairs, grass of last year. Making tunnels through the snow, melting it away. Through everything under earth to lakes, rivers, ponds.
Hello everyone, how are you? So glad to have you here. Welcome all the new, pleasure to meet you.
Warm thoughts with a hint of turquoise to your Monday.