Yesterday. Toward evening. A stroll by the sea before the brother who lives far away goes, again, far away. There was calm. A simple calm that suddenly, quite abruptly, gave me a renewed sense of something. I think it was a simpler time.
The simple painting by by son, high school, no thoughts of become an artist, just painting. In the kitchen this morning. A very sunny spring morning. A painting that reminds me of many. Done by my parents. Just simple pictures that added color and a sense of home to our home.
I'm looking at a few small things hanging on the wall. Just cloth thoughts. Hanging there. Unaffected. As we get older, who we become might be more of a process of elimination. UnDoing what we are not.