"On any given day, something claims our attention. Anything at all, inconsequential things. A rosebud, a misplaced hat, that sweater we liked as a child, an old Gene Pitney record. A parade of trivia with no place to go. Things that bump around in our consciousness for two or three days then go back to wherever they came from... to darkness. We've got all these wells dug in our hearts. While above the wells, birds flit back and forth."—
Haruki Murakami
Ironic because I spent a good hour agonizing over a synonym for `blue`last night.
Whenever I think of blue, the color blue, I immediately conjure images of Van Gogh. He knew what blue looked like, what it felt like, how it sounded. But if you were to ask me for a synonym for blue, I couldn’t possibly give you one.
Okay – where are our snow pictures!!!!
No snow. Just cold. Chance of rain mixed with snow today…….