April was such a long, long month.
As Mr. Eliot said,

"APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain."


I have too much on my mind, and my filters aren't working tonight--so I'm not able to translate thoughts into words

I have this picture posted on my studio wall. Every time I look up from my painting table I see it.
I took the picture of the windows (at Las Vegas) because the last time I had a full view of the sky was when I was in high school (while It was just my mom, reimi, and I.)

All of the other places I've lived before and after that have always had obstructions from the view--jalousie windows put horizontal lines in front of the view and I...
It was just that short but special time in my life when the sky seemed so close--right outside my window.


That's all for tonight.

goodnight :)