Bottles

It’s a rainy day in the Pacific Northwest, and there’s numerous shades of green visible from my window. The older I get the more I am enraptured by the incredible palettes here in this most sacred corner of the planet which I call home. There is no art that holds a candle to it.

Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.

Langston Hughes