Neither landscape nor watercolor

Perhaps, the intersection of time & memory. Perhaps, not.  

Now is not the time to change your mind

and decide you're more comfortable with everything in alignment.  That time has passed.  As you dear friend Eleanor would tell you, "Time is not rewindable.  Nor can too much salt be extracted from a dish." Put on your red shoes and go for a walk.  
 

Is there anything more serene..

 

light rain in the evening no matter which season, no matter where you are living at the time.  Light rain 

makes me want to grab a favorite book of haiku.  Makes we want to sip tea and count the number of times the flame in a votive candle flickers.  

  

 

Sit quietly

and watch

the familiar

float 
whether
on the patio
or in a cafe 
with a friend
between

sips 

of coffee

Cryptic

Mystery and the anticipation of a mysterious message.  Written in the language of dreams, not to-do-lists.  Written on the inside of small stones which you gather as you walk your usual route.  Walking in your red shoes might lead to a fortuitous journey.  Yes, those red shoes.  

Perhaps not quite

extraterrestrial.  But at least surreal.  Some spaces are more conducive.  Who would disagree that the kitchen is home to transformations on many levels.  Including, of course,  rudimentary vegetables.  Especially those brightly-hued.  Of course, I'm thinking of beets and radishes  and carrots and Dino kale.  Get out the blender!

A bubble of water

is a compendium of knowledge.