A bit and a bit

A bit more:

On drawing
The drawing is supposedly a winter time dusk and once I was done with the sky I realised that it didn't turn out to be as dark as I'd anticipated. How watercolours dry out to be a gentle fade is still one of those mysteries that I wish to never unravel, for it is magical.
I thought about making it darker but decided against it, because sometimes a simple tweak to better something is the eventual destruction of it, therefore I let it be, however I have now resolved to go not so easy when it comes to pushing the envelope with watercolours.
That this painting was loved is enough a catalyst to make my insides glow with fuzzy warmth and bring forth rouge flush to cheeks cooling in this winter evening.

On books
Would you believe it I've still twenty pages left of 'under midnight sky' and I've just not had the time to finish it, that is a dastardly excuse but not without some ringing truth in it. Having been occupied with something or the other has kept me from burying myself in the finale of it all, and I am the guilty party indeed.

On food
Voluntarily making some pasta tonight, for no reason other than the bottle of freshly made pesto that I'm dying to use. I'd come upon a domestic goddess mode yesterday and went about making lots of different kinds of sauces and what not. This pesto was among the results of my fruitful labour and tonight I wish to dive in its grass coloured glory and imbue my person with its liquid snooker coloured velvety richness.

Also, tomorrow I'm on a bit of experimental food rush in the kitchen. Something to do with mangoes and coconut milk. That is tomorrow.

On life
That I sit rubbing my temples, hoping to extract little glimpses of almond eyes; pursuing my day with full conviction in hopes to gather enough to splatter virtual walls with all manners of updates. That breathing is an avocation just so I could fill up this existence with more memories of bronze voices and lilting smiles and hearts and love.