I don’t think it has ever rained so much in Redmond. The water is pouring down as if giants have decided to wash away the trees to redecorate the backyard. But it will pass. For now, have something colorful to look at.
fresh paint drawing
Friday Snippet #45
Sunny, exceptionally sunny in Seattle. Therefore, I have little to say about this past week other than I walked miles and miles and got sunburned. Rewriting Elios is hard and I’m struggling through the process, but I am working on it every day. Conversely, drawing with Fresh Paint is easy and I’m having fun with it. Summer Turmoil is one of my latest drawings.
From Elios (working title)
“Are you up for a session?” Kam had the uncanny ability to check on me whenever my mental defenses where at my lowest.
I closed the window, stepped inside and sat on the lonely chair. Breathed in and out and let the rest of the room disappear one item at a time. First the wall in front of me, then the one on my right, next the one on my left. A blank screen engulfed my vision. The mosaic marble tiles with their floral pattern followed the walls. I was sitting on a floating chair. Then, I was simply floating and the blank screen zoomed toward me. A slow moving tunnel sucked me in and I emerged at the other end to face a smiling Kam.
“You made it.” He raised an eyebrow. “You look horrible.”
“Thank you.” Next time, I should be more careful in composing my mental appearance. I had been successful so far to keep both Kam and Areel unaware of my inner turmoil. “Where is Areel?”
“Unexpected session with his Guide.” Kam materialized the furniture in the astral room as he strolled toward the center.
I had to move out of the way to make space for a chair and two cabinets. “Why do you bother?” I regretted my words as soon as they were out of my mouth.
“You know why.” He blinked and the old, battered couch we had spent so many hours sitting on appeared before him. “I like our dig to be lifelike. It makes our shared time here all the more enjoyable.” With a tilt of his head, Kam gestured for me to join him on the soft cushion he was patting.
The fabric let out a fine cloud of dust that reached my nose. I waved my hand to dismiss my earlier statement. “You’re right of course.” I added a few pillows and rugs to the floor and went to lie there instead. “So, is Areel having problems again?” Our friend was still healing after the trauma of his first mission’s end.
“It takes time to adjust to the idea you had to doom an entire species to oblivion.”