Some kind of cathartic moment occurred while driving down the road. I love mornings, they hold such promise. An airstream trailer, a camper with graphics of Montana. The thought of a nephew at Yellowstone. Things didn't go my way this morning, but the drive made me think, think of things I want to do see, feel, experience. The list is long and yet not. The heart grows weary of the length of the list. I think about all the things I thought about doing while employed. Maybe someday they will be my reality.
The stuff of an artist is around passion, passion courses through my bones like an old lost friend I have re-united with.