As I drove to work last Friday morning, there was a hypnotizing mist in the air and everything was covered in a deliciously, fuzzy frost. I made a mental note to call the Artist when I arrived at work and ask him to take some photos for me. And of course, like most mornings, by the time I arrived, an hour later, I had forgotten. It was mid-morning by the time I remembered and I was sure most of the frost had dissipated so I relegated the notion to my missed opportunity drawer with hopes I might remember to peek inside again next year.
Sometimes, however, he and I are traveling on the same wavelength, because when I arrived home that evening, he quickly told me that he had captured some pictures for 'the blog' that morning. How's that for intuition?
~Be well friends~