Some days - I imagine how I might paint myself a winter fantasy.
A one that has yet to know snow and white.

I look to the late afternoon light.
I find just what I'm looking for.

Endless.
Timeless.
Vast possibility.

A fullness in the landscape that is empty.
Color on a day that is grey.

Some days - I imagine.
Some days - I paint.
A fantasy like this.