spring and windswept drawings
Wham. The door slams to a close behind me. I drag myself down the long white corridor, the tiled floor stained with wet, sloppy-muddy foot prints. A gray sky lurks ahead, the clouds swollen and full; the rain refusing to fall and only gray continues to overpower the vast sky.
"That weather. Oh, that weather" Inwardly, I repeat this. Inwardly, I cry "GO AWAY, winter." Inwardly, I run through countless emotions - just wishing the drab weather to be thrust somewhere, but not near me.
But today? The sun is shining. I hear a lawnmower whir and smell freshly trimmed grass; the sky has a few swollen clouds, but they're not gray and they sit there, plump - happy. Sun splashes nearly every corner of the earth. A few warm, dark shadows are scattered on the lawn, but besides that the sun is everywhere. And me? Well, yes - my heart is shining like the sun.
a is for archives
b is for bridge
c is for castle
d is for delight
e is for the ever-growing happiness
that comes with warm light
the two latest drawings (webcam quality picture.) should I watercolour them?
And are you madly in love with spring? (I know: everyone is asking this question. But spring truly is gorgeous, dappled with sunshine and golden light and pink blossoms. How can one not love it?)
So are you madly in love with this thing called spring?