today is a strange grey day. the cold has finally set in and the sky never really got light. this first day. this new month. and march is the signal that the new year is not so new. i find myself in the day-to-day but, this march, i am not beaten by it. i worked, back and forth, on karen's second portrait and a large drawing of an iceberg. both will take their time. both endless greys and whites and blacks. both a collection of sly shadows and haunts. both entirely fascinating and my hand is cramped now from drawing all day. pressing hard getting the dark parts as dark as they can go. the house is silent and i listen only to the sounds of the street. the cars and the dogs. the sirens every now and then. i sip my coffee. i shave the pencil. i scratch my eyes. i rub the burn in my shoulder blade.
i've been trying but i can't figure out what song would match this day.
2 comments:
As far as I can see, you have already written a song in words to match this day. All you need now is the music.
:) you're such a sweetheart! i've got a big ol' smile on my face. i always appreciate your outlooks and insights, your readings of things.
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