He spends a lot of time with the bike's old carburetor.. A kind of mending I guess. Making do. We've been riding. Wind.
He is a really nice guy, with a wonderful mind...an unparallelled sense of honesty (could cut you really) and loyalty. Patience. But, honestly I might have married him for his hands. Even if it was just to look at them.
This piece was not really planned. A bit from this, and idea from that. Scraps of self over time. Past , present and in between. I named it last night after posting it at Diaries and then having no words.
How one heart might affect another without explanation
I think that will work. Work for so many things really. When something has reach beyond just one little thought, I know it is right. And I keep going.
A doodle for Wednesday, not a new one, until I put it on cloth.
The air is lighter today.