I view my life as the changing of seasons. My youth was broad bold swatches of vibrant colors and a lifestyle the matched. Middle years saw more confing of my spaces as colors muted. Middle age has afforded me the ability to see pastels and transparencies. Warmth and purpose and great creativity. I look forward to winter, IF there is a muse by my side as we walk through the colored fall foliage. Later cuddled by a fireplace, coffee in hand, we feed each other's souls. Care to take that walk with me? Hold out your hand.