it rained this morning. all we could talk about was the summer, ray charles, living on a farm.
i want my hands to be in charge of my mind, ravaging through what has been used and discarded, able to restore...make something new. i want to bring those two rags together, building a window, curtains, a bed in the grass... a nest?
i love photos like this one, that wake me up on rainy sundays, reminding me there is good to come...
aware. re/ lis khros
