I just read a quote the other day that said, "If you can't paint, then you write. If you can't write, then you paint." I am not a painter. I can hold my own with my kid's Crayola paints and do a pretty fancy flower, but nothing worth writing home about or selling on etsy. I don't even have a real desire to paint, but when I write, it's the painter in me coming out. I want to use the perfect words and the perfect phrases to paint a picture. To paint a scene or event or moment. And I want that moment to be painted in my memory forever. That is why I write about it. I know that if I can retell the experience just so, then I can paint a picture for my reader. A picture that can hurt or help or heal or inspire or cause laughter. I have a high school friend, Jessica, who is an amazing painter. She can watercolor like nobody's business. She makes it look so simple. She gets up with a vision and puts the vision on paper and sells it even! She has style and variety and color and beautiful paintings. I have five of them hanging in my house. I even have an original that she painted for my husband of Spain. I love the paintings! While I might not be a big painter, I hope that I can paint with my words. That I can describe that sunset with whisps of gold, intertwined with pinks and purples. Those that cover the sky with a burst of watercolor and stand out against the blue. And as the sun goes down, the colors deepen and change until there is only a line across the horizon of what had been.