Usually when I download and edit my photos, my brain develops a little narrative. I script of what I'm up to, what I'm thinking, whatever flints through.
Today I was grateful to have some quiet time. I was grateful for all the abundance of sewing, fabric, threads, play, texture, color.
All of that flew through the empty cranium atop my neck.
I did not, however, come up with any good narrative.
Maybe tomorrow.