I felt stymied by the blank paper. Made a couple of lines with my pencil, and this is what happened. One of the chorus of critics, perhaps? Someone with big opinions but no hands to make things happen?
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.