The relentless rain pierces the silence of my morning reverie,

mingles with the  pungent aroma of fresh coffee

and warm sweet smells of breakfast baking

while canvas, brushes and paint await my arrival.

 

My nose tingles with excitement

the bitter-sweet elixir touches my tongue

flows through my body

I sigh with delight.

 

My mouth waters with anticipation

I ever so gently bite into the doughy bread

its very essence nourishing every cell

I feel ready now.

 

My mind stirs with possibilities

I pick the brush that speaks to me

We dip into the paint that calls us

We are one.

 

The relentless rain turns rhythmic, lulling me into a still, silent space

I with the brush and paint draw together

The canvas responds to our strokes

Images emerge from beyond.