I am sat in my kitchen to drink a good cup of coffee and milk. The moment that I love more of my day is the morning, to have breakfast, to feel out the birds that they chirrup they announce the beginning of a new day, that surely it will be fatiguing, but important for me.
My child sleeps calm and in the sky they accumulate the first nembis that preannounce another rainy day.
I love the rainy days. to think well of us, I love the world that surrounds me even if the ugly things often make me forget who really I am. This way be enough for me to look at my child or my husband to remember me, than I am fortunate... and the days of rain become proper to be in the house, turn on the fireplace, watch a good movie, be with own family... thanks you rainy days!!
Dedicated to my son Noah, painted before his birth...