Sometimes I think about it when I pass my empty easel in the garage.
It peeks at me speckled and lonely.
Sometimes I see it in the patio cracks, concrete crumbles that could be faces, mountains. I could dream a little more or just sweep it away.
For a small moment, I join my kids with the sidewalk chalk and hope I haven’t become too rusty because someday, Someday, I would love to pick up my paintbrush again.
A shadow on the brick fence would look lovely in acrylic, but that will have to wait, so I’ll snap its image for my memory album.
But I still think about that blank canvass in the garage, wondering what to do with a gift that, for now, waits in those in between places.
Is there something you love to do, but just can’t right now? I LOVE art, so feel free to share your gifts and post your (family friendly) links in the comments.