today paints itself in green, red, light blue, and mist. I sit in its midst, a portrait of a person, a stack of color and contour, a touch of movement in the stillness of a hillside. my eyes are horizon lined- slow waves, soft gaze, and then to the touch of this tip to the page, and its kind offer to accept this creative edge of release. this constant, subtle, but still undeniable urge to write a new word, sing a new song, and then fall back into the stillness of its ending.