It started with thinking about Jude's idea of a "personal rainbow". I imagined the usual colors, but there would be seven different blues, plus brown. There would have to be cocoa brown. Thirteen.
I went to the boxes under the bed, full of the prints that appealed a decade or more ago. There they were, and here some are.
I can't tell you what's going on here.
It started with an idea, but this wasn't it. I don't even know if I like it, but it's going.
And right now it is absolutely pouring, with lots of rolling and rumbling thunder, and lightning cracks. The door and windows are wide open. I am trying to breathe it all in.
One of the blues in my rainbow would be the color of rain.
