The watercolor paint seeps through the thin page. I try, albeit unsuccessfully, to get the pink paint to appear brighter, more vibrant, but eventually relent.
This has become a calming part of my day, one that I can depend on to center me, as I sit next to the window and allow myself to be bathed in the warmth the sun provides.
The light watercolors are messy and hard to control, but prefer to instead forge their own path, regardless of my plan. Giving up