around 6ish p.m. scattered raindrops hit the ground. i could smell the rain, but it was a weak little front.
this is what the sky was doing around 7ish p.m.
i sat in front of the window and watched the show.
whose apricot colored sky is this?
to whom do the fringed tree branches belong?
you know who.
i brought them inside with my lamy al-star fountain pen and my noodlers black eel ink.
to live here on the pages of my sketchbook.
then i colored them in a bit with a wet brush and a dab of watercolor.
the light is flat and grey, then dazzling, fiery. coral! all that.
it is still winter. but barely. i'm drinking a harvest pumpkin ale because the label is the same color as the sky.
if mama moss were still alive i'd call her and ask her what the sky looked like in kansas tonight.
but i'll ask you instead.
hello! what was your sky doing at 7ish p.m.?