binding my anger

sitting around counting things: blessings, days, hopes&dreams, votes, whatever

be not afraid to be fierce when necessary

night owl, daydreaming

is it roses, or a closeup of noses

knots, zippers, fireworks to bring in another cycle in the markers of time

every ending is also a beginning, even imaginary edges are in some way real

I was thinking about how I had gotten to the end of the day and not yet made my picture, and I still wanted to settle in and spend an hour or two playing in paint. I felt the squeeze of time.