In between bouts of grey stormy skies
and intermittent humid rain,
I scurried back & forth with white dry paper
to stain for a few hours,
whilst also fetching the wet & stained pieces to dry.
In my monotonous meditative state,
I took each piece,
one by one,
and laid them out flat like a puzzle.
The radio hummed.
I saw journals in the making.
I began to create & worked right through the day
and found my niche.
These rainy wintry days,
are little sanctuary's.
Two new journals in store.