Saturday night in Mississippi: Cold, raining, dark.

Bottle Art

It is a rather dreary and damp evening here, with rain falling all day. It feels colder than it is, so R and I are bundled in our hoodies because the thermostat has not indicated it is time for heat. I finished painting the second coat on the porch railing yesterday afternoon, so it had time to dry before the rain began.

It was definitely long overdue. I still plan to remove the railing entirely, but I knew that needed to wait until later in the spring and now I will have time to research what I want to do; perhaps, we will even be able to build the deck extension from the porch to the retaining wall. It is supposed to be warm and sunny tomorrow, and Randy will smoke the ribs we delayed from Thanksgiving, so it will be a good time to relocate all the plants.

Like birds on a wire 
we perch in the abyss 
between heartlines and lifelines and skylines. 
Reflecting the reflection 
We imagine 
We break through 
Sing 
Paint 
Fade 
Dance 
Reflect and reform 
Always looking for she who brings peace. 
© scwallen. 11/o6/2022