I’ve always loved parties. Today, Boise’s trees threw one for the “Artist Child” in me.
In the last year, my creative self has grown a bit older and become a bit more gray. But for the first time since last autumn, I noticed, as with the eyes of a newborn, the leaves changing color. Trees, like excited partygoers, cast confetti upon the ground, hailing the coming winter and—little did they know—my creative rebirth.
So, with childlike senses intact, I let myself enjoy the fiesta. And I realized that it is, once again, time to throw paint upon my canvas.
That is definitely something worth celebrating.