Feeling the cold squish of paint through your fingers; the tight caking on your rainbow-splattered arms; the laugh bursting from your belly.

Finger painting is freedom, is joy, is pleasure. Grateful you could remind me.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: