friday musings:

hmmmmm, what shall i do on a rainy friday? drive around the island and eat shaved ice or go antiquing? maybe I'll just sit at the window all day with a cup of chocolate tea and a good book. I love staying at home. I climb into my sicamore tree and let all these colors surround me, sky blue and marigold swirls high in my soul. it seems like when i go out, people just stifle all those colors, going going...then gone.
I love the rain the most. do you know that joe Purdy song? " I love the rain the most when it stops We can see the big white houses and the docks so no more grey today, we gonna celebrate You know Miss Sunshine, she starts to paint a perfect picture of this river parade"
This river parade...seems to lull on and on already married to my soul: wet, slip and fall. everyone seems different at rainfall. somethig in thier face, more life less focus. Some people say the rain is depressing, but i love it...this River Parade. Where do the birds go when it rains? Soaked trees? under dry buildings? secret dry bird world? I wonder.


ALWAYS WONDER
Indigo