waking...

up and at em, up and at em, a new day is here. a day for oil and windex. yes, windex. intermittent cleaning and painting; back and forth, back and forth. my brand new coffee maker will be a great help.

the sky is violet. there are birds out already and headlights on the road. my little girl dog wants to play and sniff the sticks to see what strange night creatures came by while we slept. i can smell the remnants of a skunk. maybe my crows will be back once the sun is all the way up. i hope so. they are good and funny company. i watch them to see what black should look like when light bounces off it. their feathers, caught in the bright day, teach me how to paint- shadows within shadows and the blue-violet gleam.