Wednesday, May 09, 2012

When it rains I think too much

Rainy night in Manhattan.  A photo from my archives. 

I think too much when it rains outside.  I wonder a lot and I question things that seem to be clear to everyone except me.  I think about the past and I fantasize about the future.  Not that these are bad things.  But, I'm a bit of a cliche -- that person staring out the window or up at the ceiling lost in thought and swimming in my own mind.  Last night I was thinking that I should start painting again.  Yes, I was/am a painter.  It occurred to me that I miss it so now I just have to start...again.

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