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.