As summer exhales its last breaths, I give thanks for its many gifts. Soon spontaneity will yield to regimen, a house cascading with myriad voices of four children and friends will settle into silent swaths of hours. The solitude I crave beckons. Like the wistful weary feeling at the end of a hot afternoon spent playing with loved ones, I welcome the cool of evening even as I savor these last rays of sinking sun dancing on my skin.
Somehow I scavenged a few early morning hours to complete the painting above. You can read more about its progression in my previous blog entry, Embracing the Flow of Summer.