Maybe it’s the falling cold
Or maybe the falling darkness
But in every drawing I do these days
appear hooded women.

And again today, in my journal.
I wasn’t planning on one…
Wasn’t planning on anything really.
Just me, some paint and crayons
and a little time.

But here she is again,

And I’m trying to figure out why.
Or rather: wondering why…marvelling why…
I can spin stories about that question in my head.
But no answer thus far…

I did this journal page in little intervals.
I’m working on a new watercolour painting, you see,
so I must wait between for layers to dry
before I can continue.