my very own universe

The Art of Snow

The Art of Snow

I opened my eyes yesterday morning and found myself sunken in a rich milky light. As I was shaking away the traces of my dream, which I didn’t remember anyway, I tried to resist an ultimate desire to cover my head with a warm heavy blanket and fall asleep again. The window in front of me was beaming a pure white light into my eyes, tempting me to peek into the world outside. It’s the only window in our bedroom which isn’t covered with curtains. We like to watch the clouds and lonely planes drift thru the sky. This rectangular passage works as our personal calming eye-spa. 

It was snowing again, heavy, leaving no hope for the sun...

"Toto, I have a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore."

"Toto, I have a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore."

I’ve been looking at a blank page of my text editor for a while before starting this post, which happens to be my very first blog and my very first attempt to be consistent in journaling.

Because everything is new and fresh I have a feeling that I’m blogging in total obscurity and it’s like floating in open space. A serene feeling. 

I thought I would share a little story about discovering my inner artist and why I’ve decided to dive into it.