When you can’t “get away” the next best option is to find a way to love where you are, such is this dirt parking lot I spotted on my way to run errands. Why drive past? Why not pull in and look at it for a few minutes, see what’s there? Sun, trees embracing their greens, and the cast-offs of an ancient glacier. Mmmm….the quintessential humble view of my native state. Something to memorize and paint. Maybe the word poem will come later? Enjoy.
Brightening I painted the dark woods And watched all week As my trees decided to brighten. Ah, Melancholy, you Have been infringed upon Again.