Do you remember me? Is my image still clear or have I been erased? The walks-remember? The stones with the bits that shone like the moon you said. Did you keep yours as I did mine? The whippoorwill, the lone bird, sings to you my song. Will you listen?
I had 30 minutes to do some art and blog. It was wonderful to let go of the outcome of the piece and just play. Very rewarding.
Have a wonderful weekend!