I wish I could write in glorious hyperbolic prose about the incandescent Spring weather.
Alas, it would only be a fabrication. For it is so deeply overcast right now, it seems like evening at barely eleven in the morning.
I decided to cheer myself up with a little watercolor.
It's the best I can to in self defense against this persistent gloom.
I declare victory.
It's the best I can to in self defense against this persistent gloom.
I declare victory.