just a hint of winter on its way this weekend. the clouds gathering in the high mountains and foothills. i can’t wait to see snow on those peaks. it’s been years since i’ve seen white covering the san gabriels, but it used to happen every winter up until the last few years. the temps don’t get cold enough at the low elevations to turn the rain into snow anymore and the rain doesn’t fall often enough. eventually this drought will give way.
with time and patience it will happen. we will wait.
drawing with ink and pen and watercolor in my sketchbook. lavendar, chrysanthemums, hibiscus. not as much time as i’d like. never enough lately. but the small shift in focus from schoolmind to sketchbookmind returns me to my senses.
hope you’re well. drifting across the sky in your hot air balloons, or paddling across calm seas. i’ll just be here. reading, writing, drawing. imagining snow falling and fog settling around moss cottage while i doze.