The weather channel had already informed me of the charming fact that this week of April was going to present itself from its saddest side, shedding constant tears and hiding away in thick Spring fog. So it was no surprise this morning that my eyes could not see passed the balcony and my ears picked up the sound of rolling tires on wet roads.
Just when I resigned myself to the fact that it was going to be another day of crummy weather, I realized something else.
Staring out the window, without a single speck of identifying landscape the world seems like a gigantic blank canvas.
I have a whole day to create whatever world my heart desires!