I've traded rain soaked Parisian streets for white sheets and damp tissues. Looks like my plans for 2017 creativity and productivity will have to wait. Today, we rest. Inspiration can take many forms, no?
I've got one more day of photos for you. You ready? I went in to this trip thinking I'd pull a Sabrina (no, not the teenage witch) and listen to the river and see what it told me and find myself a little. I looked, I listened. I'm not sure what I learned just yet, but I do know that it spoke to me. If nothing else it affirmed what I already know to be true. I love water, and winter, and exploration. Also, I love dance. Check out this gal's 5th, think she does too?