Awhile back I spent a rainy afternoon at my parents house typing and reading poetry. I copied some favorite lines to use in an art journaling project and enjoyed the click clack of the keys with the softer patter of the rain. It was soothing and good, a time to rest from the whirlwind of stuff going through my life and my head. On the surface things are calm but lately I've been boiling underneath. I care a lot more than I let on.