I sit behind closed doors. Drawing pictures of ballet dancers in pink . Crumpled piles of discards about my feet. I’m reminded of cherry blossoms in spring. They dance through the cobwebs in my head and I am outside in spring’s kaleidoscope with no Co-Vid.
Infused with sunshine
cherry blossoms kiss still waters
sparks of spring
We miss the cherry blossoms they are always so cheerful and so this week I may take a few moments and draw more ballerinas.
Hope all of you are doing well. Not sure how it is for the rest of you but I am actually happy to be home writing and creating. Most of the places where I work in hospice did a close down (which was wise) – anything to prevent a spread. Be well and write!!!
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