the path had spread her ruffly petals wide open by this afternoon when i trudged in the house. i perked up when i saw her waving at me from the patio.
my most recent completed page is going to become a flap in my full visual/illustrated journal.
my sketches are spare. the lines faint. the leila lou bottle reminds me of a lightbulb. ho hum. whadda ya gonna dooooo?
keep going. get the rest of the nail polish out of the cabinet and start moving the pen across the paper.
go outside tonight and look up at all the tiny suns up there and imagine the billions of other universes existing outside of ours. somewhere. out there.