One of the pleasures of having a year unencumbered by work and social engagements (yes, that is a little tongue-in-cheek) is that I have been able to watch the sun rise from my east facing porch on many mornings. So I am feeling the progression of the seasons more deeply in my bones than I often get the time and leisure to do.
I find oranges and yellows more difficult than greens and blues. But anyway, this orangey completes the cycle of secondaries. I think I might change the color of the lines to make it sing better.