Went walking down by the river today. On the downhill trail, I found a bank of red clay. Everything was wet and drab, but the clay was vividly colored, and on impulse I dragged the back of my nail through it then streak it over my cheek. Sort of an 'I see you moment.'
It's hard to type when an amorous cat is resting her chin on your fingers and trying to grab your hand with her paw.