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A Dark Day

Staring out the window, I see raindrops drawing patterns on the small creek that has emerged by the side of the rear-access street. Me, I draw grey lines on white paper with my pencils, while trying to get a feel, again, for how things work.

Leaves are tumbling from the aspen trees, riding the wind, and by my window, like golden hearts that will never be broken. Mine did. I trace the cracks’ lines, which get slowly mended like one of those Japanese tea cups, as golden light shines through.

Colours intensify in the dark, as thunder rolls again. Lightning draws lines on grey clouds, illuminating the room like a flickering halogen luminaire. You need a dark canvas if you paint with light.