The garage of a house of the same colour
that I've always loved.
(These photos were taken through the car
windows as we drove by -- forgive the quality.)
These are the words of the Paul Simon song, playing in my head
as I climbed the narrow stairs in my cold, dark house to sit in
front of the computer in the coldest room in the place to write
to you. But it was a sunny day earlier today, not a cloud
in the sky, and we took a drive in the country to see landscape,
and snow which is completely absent in the city on this 30th
day of January.
It's been a strange winter so far. It isn't warm, but there is
no snow. It makes me nervous to say that, because I am so
not fond of driving in snow, but at the same time I worry
about the plant life that needs that big snow cover, and the
changes in the world's ecosystem.
It's been a great Saturday, but I haven't worked on painting
because Steven and I took advantage of the sunlight (it feels
like it has been grey for a long, long time), to spend time
together going for a drive, having a great supper,
and heading out to a romantic movie. It was just perfect.
Have an enjoying-the-sunshine-of-your-life day