Wednesday, April 4, 2012

On the best afternoons

 On the best afternoons, I race home after work & take paints, brushes, canvas & Maisy out onto the deck.
I will admit there are entire days that I spend more time than I should painting in my head.
 It seems that the sun starts dropping faster the minute I pick up a brush.
 Sometimes it slips away so quickly that I realize it's time to stop- and then my heart slips a little too.
 Until I remember that I can do it again tomorrow & until then I'll just have to make do with painting in my head.

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