Whimsical Parisian graffiti reminds and recalls my time and-thing-stricken mind to pause… to regain the creative stance.
Gaze. The up tilted head is composing position.
And the sky is all the possibility of discovering what I think. The chance of synthesizing some new meaning from the traffic of present experiences, the Metro of events streaming through my busy professional life.
The sky. I sense my big picture thoughts and optimistic core when I look up. I get the mood and tone of my mind. Perhaps a memory or two will make emotional weather and precipitate some writing.
However, for now, I enjoy the quiet and stillness of simply looking up. Regarde le ciel…