I'm revelling in an unnaturally good mood this morning. I feel clean and fresh and creative and energetic. I put down 2 more ideas for paintings and I can't wait til my damn desk gets here. I'm going to start painting my room too. It's going to be a deep red with black trim at the top and a gold pulse through the black. Gold door. And on the closet doors, a bug's-eye view of a koi pond with two koi and lily pads and whatnot. Oooh. I'm going to start doing this for money. What the hell is wrong with me, what the fuck am I waiting for.
This morning I woke up in my favorite way ever. To thunder. I LOOOOVE thunder. I love hearing it roll on for ever, echoing in the corners of the sky. It stopped for a while, and we had a pleasant breakfast time and mom took the elder to school, which was a nice treat for me. The baby and I went to go get coffee and the clouds looked like big dollops of whipped cream up there. Thunderstorm clouds. It was warm and eerie and I drove up Old Fogie Hill (where Old Wang lives) and had a great vista of a few cracks of lightning. We got home and the baby went to sleep seconds before it started raining. I had rushed outside to enjoy my coffee and listen to the thunder. I literally watched the rain advance on me. The drops were huge and white and soaking. Rain frolicking weather. And frolic in the rain I did. I haven't done that in years. Acting like a total hippie in the backyard, losing layers and dancing and splashing about in the grass. My soul (whatever is left of it these days) feels clean enough to begin repairing itself now.
What to do now?
This morning I woke up in my favorite way ever. To thunder. I LOOOOVE thunder. I love hearing it roll on for ever, echoing in the corners of the sky. It stopped for a while, and we had a pleasant breakfast time and mom took the elder to school, which was a nice treat for me. The baby and I went to go get coffee and the clouds looked like big dollops of whipped cream up there. Thunderstorm clouds. It was warm and eerie and I drove up Old Fogie Hill (where Old Wang lives) and had a great vista of a few cracks of lightning. We got home and the baby went to sleep seconds before it started raining. I had rushed outside to enjoy my coffee and listen to the thunder. I literally watched the rain advance on me. The drops were huge and white and soaking. Rain frolicking weather. And frolic in the rain I did. I haven't done that in years. Acting like a total hippie in the backyard, losing layers and dancing and splashing about in the grass. My soul (whatever is left of it these days) feels clean enough to begin repairing itself now.
What to do now?
van_goghs_ear:
reading about how happy the storm made you put a huge smile on my face, so joyful.