The weather reflects my state of being.
We have had sunshine. An easing of tension, the earth relaxing ready for the nourishment of rain.
We have had rain. Gentle soaking rain, followed by cold gusts that force one to scurry back inside to the comfort of generated warmth, leaving the garden to flourish and show the weeds that were germinating quietly.
And I watch, from inside today, wondering what to cull and what to nurture, as my brushes wait patiently and the canvases are gessoed, and sanded, and lovingly prepared for the next stage. And the ideas are sifted, and pruned, and sketched, and abandoned, or filed for a future twist.
Waiting, and growing, and not quite sure which way the sun, when it shines again will bend me.