This one is kinda like a self-portrait of my brain and how it works. The long blue line is a thought going down into water and then the rainbow of a dozen different thoughts splashes out from that. I like how that works. Never a boring moment in my brain. 🙃
I know for a lot of people, the Fall season is the most beautiful season of the year. But, as usual, I generally see it as a time when things are dying, or maybe I just see Winter with all the ice hazards just around the corner. Yeah, the very brief Fall colors are nice, but they quickly disappear.
I first thought I saw the doodle above as a bird, but then I quickly saw it as possibly a self-portrait of me wrapped up in an inescapable cocoon of many fabrics.
I look at these types of moods as reminding me that without some dark periods we would not enjoy the good ones as much.