...a noisy house

Okay- I have been reading all the books that should inspire the artist, been trying to breath in inpiration looking towards the mountain, at the sunrise and sunset- which was amazing last night by the way, walked out of the movie theater about eight and a thunderstorm had just gone over and left these deep clouds that the setting sun turned orange- the light all around was literally orange and everyone stopped what they were doing to look at it- there was a huge rainbow that looked like it had crashed into the earth on the otherside of town- it was absolutely surreal- then this morning the sky is an amazing blue over the mesa and the sun is casting a soft yellow light through the east windows and giving a warm glow- all inspiring- if not for the two children, the husband, the two dogs, etc- swarming- I think I have lost that window of bliss- when the house is quite, the world is fresh and new and one can sit, curled up on the couch with a warm cup of tea and write- unincumbered- ahhhh, tomorrow is another day- or morning, like Scarlett O'Hara would say!