gray rain

I woke up to what sounded like the heavens falling down on earth. It was raining so hard ... this kind of gray and forlorn morning called for laying in bed on floral bed sheets, a mug of hot tea steaming nearby, and piano music playing softly.

Etherea

I drew this a few years ago. A little editing done yesterday in PS.

gold air

From my moleskine that I'm working on trying to fill up: