It has been raining for the whole week and I am longing for some sunshine . My pink raincoat draped gracefully on the white chair seems to say –"Hey! get up –lets go for a walk –get some fresh air" . It seems like a good idea , even though I have been walking in the rain daily, recently.
Anyway, soon I am sloshing through puddles and peering through my rain pocked spectacles ( why are’nt there automatic wipers for lenses, like cars, yet !!!!) . I pass shops , dripping trees and people huddled in bus stop shelters , all looking at me and probably thinking “What a crazy woman”
I enjoy this attention , this fresh air , this shield that the rain envelopes me in . In a way I feel exhilarated . I pass an Art Shop , enter , buy some materials –go home ,set out my new paints on the dining table and soon I have started my first painting – after so many many years .
My age seems to melt away… The next phase of my life is beginning--I can sense it .