Rainy day. Woke up bleary-eyed and exhausted. Could never quite shake the feeling. Caught myself staring at the wall in a daze more than once – so many blips of inspiration just passing me by. Most of the time I have a nagging sensation that there are things I should be working on, catching up to, or researching. So hard to just be in the in-between. I should be used to it by now – I’m getting there, inch by inch. 

Meanwhile, told only in hues, I’m thankful for:

• A new “real teal” front door color that transforms an entire house.
• Rainy days that turn everything greener than green.
• The color yellow – as in Nora’s bicycle yellow.
• Lilacs – the shrub that holds the most blissful scent of spring.
• The gray of the sky on a rainy day. 
• Bright orange – the color of my living room chair. 
• And the deep dirt brown that is the color of my best little boy’s eyes.