Between the continued effort to pack and get ready to move, finding old childhood photos of my dad, and visiting my mom on hospice in skilled nursing where she still talks about "when I get outta here", I've got a lot of feelings today.
So I'm sitting on a bench, listening to a gentle wind blowing the palms and watching the sun set over the fake lake in front of my townhouse.
And finally, this cool weird blank patch in the middle of the clouds. This would make a fun color pallete for a painting.