Sitting here drinking tea in my black silk kimono listening to Nickel Creek. It’s quiet in the house. Everyone else is sleeping, the dog included. All of the things that needed doing are done and I am sitting in the stillness by myself. Moments like these are few, far between, and peaceful. I’m daydreaming about art and summer and photography and paintings and the ocean and surfing and climbing great mountains and tattoos and calligraphy and letters and journals and gardens and warm rain.