please forgive me if i act a little strange

the sides of the roads here are decked with bright yellows, pale blues, and ivory tones washed in a sea of green. occasionally, a burst of orange or red points to a group of potted plants under a mailbox or a section of tiger lily.

georgian bay was the oddest colour of grey this morning- so deep it was almost black, but shot through with silver where the sun reflected off of the whitecaps stirred up by the wind. by the time i returned to wiarton, it had changed to emerald green- deep and slightly menacing- the way i imagine the sea would look from the orkney islands north of scotland.

today the staff and i are going to paint our own landscapes of colour across sheets and socks and shirts and pants and pillowcases and everything else with more than ten colours of dye.

i think it's going to be majestic.