And that's all she wrote, folks.

Done with this little ditty, which threatened to never manifest itself at all, and then came together in a way that was kind of interesting. I surprised myself this time, leaving a lot of it kind of indistinct while detailing some of it to within an inch of its life. Basically, I just burned out and said enough. Some ideas work better than others. And I still love the red, because it is gray outside again, and will be for the next few days. Ah, rain like this brings bowers of wildflowers. They are already heaped up by the side of 101, and I know the coast is going to be amazing in May, when I plan on going on the cliff walk with a friend, sit above the amethyst sea and watch the pelicans cruise by. Unless we have another summer of no summer, as we did our first year at the house on the edge of the world, and didn't see the sun for months on end. Without the blue sky, the ocean goes all pewter and sullen. So do I, in fact. So, lots of red, and yellow and blue and well, you can see for yourself. In love with color here.