“Puff and Tendril,” a Horizontal Acrylic Painting in a 16”x20” Float Frame

The wind can’t decide what it wants today, now blowing and now ceasing, and the clouds have been blown into a confusion of hazes and cotton puffs. The haze blurs into the resting fields, and branches fret whisperingly in a soft hush hush. The ground is damp, the grasses soaking through my shoes after the rains of the last week, but I’m just glad to be outside again.