For no apparent reason. I've been swept away. In a flurry of making beaded jewelry for a couple of days. Amethyst. Amber. Beach glass blues and greens. Calling. Put us together and make bracelets. The tide comes in and goes back out. Circular. The bead goddess beckons. And I follow.
"Life is a train of moods like a string of beads; and as we pass through them they prove to be many colored lenses, which paint the world their own hue, and each shows us only what lies in its own focus."
-Ralph Waldo Emerson