The autumnal equinox is tonight.
I feel like I cleaned some stuff up.
Today I hear ringing in my ears.
I don’t mind much. I feel something in the air.
I think through generations of life lived.
I opened my art closet.
I let it air out.
The cats are curious right away.
Me I am not so curious.
So much time, creativity,
and options of delight, yet not today.
I feel like it needs to be a rainy day.
Every item in my art closet has a story.
Inspirational hopes.
A magic place that turns my imagination into projects.
I sit waiting for I don’t know what…
