From woods and water
UmberDove
When I left last week I felt like a treasure hunter.
And treasure I found.
My cup, which has seen little else besides a few swirling dregs, is filling up. I'm willing it to overflow. For the first time since the move, since the call, I opened up the door to my studio, spread out a huge sheet of paper and began to work in earnest.
There are little splish splashes all over the floor.
I think the cup might be running over.