For Sigourney

A distant silent rain over the ocean is a gray wash on a pale blue canvas lingering for a stretch.

Closer in the beach is framed in sweet green, dotted with monet-red flowers moving towards the foreground.

On this porch we take in the evening, as a haze of greys and muted tones begs our hearts to beat slower.

Memories hang on the interior walls in soft landscaped pastels painted in the spring of life.

These water colors remind me that life can be quieter than I remember, and truth can come in the gentle whispers of palettes washed in tenderness.