Some pages from my sketch book.. And the forgiving morning

There is no better feeling on a rainy day, some hot coffee and the tactile tension in the space between the paper and pencil. It happens before you know it.. The act of the hand presuming the push of lead against a pure white surface.. Something known and untold.. It leaves a ripple in the normally steadfast current of the day. An entire catalogue of introductions ands instructions of how your day will go about . I don't know where it ends but I know that this is the correct place to begin.