The first storm of the summer has hit. Our rainy season is scheduled to appear any day now, and I'm not the least bit disappointed. I drifted off to slumber with the sound of the wind ravaging my plywood walls and the rain pressing against my window pane. I love storms and although I miss my thunder that my childhood home blessed me with, I quite enjoy the way the tundra can whip wind around the trees. I'm curled into the corner of my couch, craft supplies are spewed across the floor. I want to read a book and drink coffee and find artistic inspiration in the color of the dark dark daytime sky.
