This morning, while it was still dark, I stood in the kitchen and did some messy watercolor paintings in my current moleskine. 
It was just me and the soft noise of the rain. 
It was hard to stop, but I was getting tired and then baby z needed me anyhow, so I put my brush down for a bit. I look at the little paintings a few hours later and even though they are still messy and wild, I like the colors and their uncontrolled nature. Most of all, I like that I did something for a little bit that was my very own.
It was just me and the soft noise of the rain. 
It was hard to stop, but I was getting tired and then baby z needed me anyhow, so I put my brush down for a bit. I look at the little paintings a few hours later and even though they are still messy and wild, I like the colors and their uncontrolled nature. Most of all, I like that I did something for a little bit that was my very own.
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