Wednesday

I may have a new project. It's just at the proposal stage, but the email inquiring about my interest came in right after I pressed send to deliver the last project. I mean, right after. It's not definite yet, nothing is signed, but still a good sign, right?

For no good reason, here are some randoms from my good lucky life.

The bench where I sat and turned my face into the breeze

The flowers I saw spinning without a care

The puzzle my 92-year-old aunt, her daughter and I did, while sipping Prosecco

My son, strumming his ukulele

The girl made of light, and sometimes shadow, too

Plain yogurt, oats and quinoa, raspberries, blueberries, pomegranate seeds, yum

The blanket his grandmother gave him, that he wraps himself in daily