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The shushing of the rain, the low hum of housemates' voices wakens me.  The lingering low din of the train's horn in the distance too.  Everything is submerged in a gray-cloud shroud.  Today is a stay-in-bed day, or a paint-my-heart-out day, once I get the Sunday motivation. 
Sunday motivation is different from other days.  It is gentler, more forgiving, flexible, willing to negotiate, compromise.   My handwriting today looks different than usual.  It suggests a touch of madness, creative frenzy.  It begs to keep filling the page frantically, poetically- or at least more poetically than usual.   The air is heavy, hot...almost saturated-wet, thick.  Last night over dark-and-stormies old songs from formative years summoned saudade.  Missing-moments.  That is, moments of missing.
These are signs of feeling fall: the shroud, the wet, the moments of missing.  Best go paint it out.