And now the leaves change, just as you and I do; at the end of one is the beginning of another.
Autumn in New England, soccer in the cold, and coffee shops with daft punk. This is the time. Sit back, and let go and just watch the world unfold. Perhaps that is what I have been missing. Today's Spanish Latte shoved me into the Lazy Boy!
Pumpkins and gourds, leaves, deep colors, and all the smells and foods. Apples and cider, pumpkin spice, and pie. Fireplaces burning and crackling, and the breathable crisp air. Clearer than noxema skin.
Paint, draw, compose, sing. Walk, share, learn, love.
Today I feel like the impressionists finally stopped trying to construct everything perfectly within their forced palet and just let a little Pollock in. Let's all splatter paint today ;-)
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