A rough draft

The world seems most real in a rough draft. From the left:  Theodore sees best with the eyelids closed; then the king in the rain not for this day and age, for his wisdom; doodles, mistakes, willing willows, puddles, trees and author practicing his signature although he’d rather hide under the blanket. Ah! And the sky that is because it doesn’t know how not to be. This is apparently the ever changing way that God, good as the raspberries, keeps pasturing life.