The down jackets have returned, hours before Spring Break begins. It doesn't seem fair, even though yesterday I drove with a window open.
I am observing my writing life, watching myself see. Driving along the river yesterday, I made a mental imprint of the colors. I came home and pulled out a few colored pencils to record the afternoon as I saw it. Sky blue, white, various shades of brown.
(This photo was taken later in the day, at sunset, just past the farms and near the arboretum.)