above our harbour, the skies have been darkening and rumbling and building a drama, a heavy and a humid drama. we were racing around town doing errands, watching the storm form over wolfe island. as we drove the sky would glow and shake and growl.
and then we were home. the boats seemed so calm and settled, even when the lightning started. we could see the rain falling in cloud form, across the lake. and now it's moved across the water to us. our windows are open and the lullaby of rain is filling the rooms. i'm drinking lavender soda. and watching 10 hours of dvr-ed wimbledon tennis. with the gentle pitch and quiver of summer rain as my background music.

the late days of may mean one thing to me. tennis. it's sometimes a difficult friendship since the weather is so inviting and i have much to do in the studio and the garden. so the dvr stays busy all day for me. the french open and the it's brick hued clay captivate me. i get up early to watch the morning matches. and spend the evening watching what i've dvr'ed during the day. i love the heavy grinding points that the clay inspires.and two weeks doesn't seem like long enough to appreciate this, my favorite of the grand slam tournaments.

i am lying on the couch today trying hard not to get sick. i have that sinus-y headache and scratchy throat that lets the sickness in. tom is playing the guitar and sun is streaming through the tall living room windows. i'm reading my friend's manuscript that she shared with me. and am simply put.....having a lazy day. there is a cat curled on my feet and i'm enjoying the manuscript while tom sings. and tennis is in the background on tv (shanghai masters series). this is as close to perfect as it gets. except for the sick part....but all the nice parts might cancel out the sick part.