It’s not that there’s nothing to say. It’s just that anything worth sharing is still bubbling about inside my creative well.
In the interim, there’s the standard, go-to: weather.
That inescapable presence we all share in common, no matter our race or creed.
It’s a humbling force, one that here on Kauai has been heavy-handed as of late. Hot, steamy and sticky. 75% humidity. No wind.
So this morning, no poetry. Just a hankering for some precipitation. A photo found from the summer to remind me when the skies opened to bless us in a shower.
Today, art turns to the weather. A respectful request. My version of a rain dance.