The rainy, cold weather here (I'm wearing fleece today -- in June) has sapped my desire to pursue anything even remotely creative. This is sitting on the couch and reading a book weather. And here is the silver lining: it is a damn good thing I didn't have a bunch of paintings in the works because they would have been over on THAT side of my kitchen counter. And yesterday morning there was a little incident involving the blender and a fork. I won't go into any details (think spinach, chocolate protein powder, etc.); suffice it to say my cabinet doors are all shiny and clean now.
So today I give you this. Self-portrait in haiku.
I travel through life
with watchful eyes yet silent;
birds cry look at me.
Think about that one. It's deep.