A humid morning.
The windows were open all night to cool the house.
I woke to find my feet sticking to the floor. Ick. The dreaded thick air.
Mom used to text me. Ick. I know what it meant. I would text back. Double Ick. I stopped for a moment and missed that.
But mist. Ahhh. Mystery. Story overtakes me. Distracted by that. Does that happen to you? Do you take the time to act on it?
Just a layering of sketch over photo then. Photo play even before coffee. Mis-Story.
And as always I love the effect of the photos through the screen. (Took this one with my phone on the way down the stairs from the sleep loft. My feet sticking to every step along the way.) How it's a patchwork grid in a way. The safety net again. This time safe from mosquitoes. But how beautifully it breaks up the mystery space. And hold me there.