I loved the silence. My place, my space, my environment, my ideas, my aesthetic. All this freedom was such a rush.
Snowy, but only if it’s enough to close work for a few days and then melt within the week.
Spring peeking out and taking a look around. The trees waking up. The sound of lawn mowers and the smell of freshly mowed grass. My freckles popping out after spending all day in the garden. The dog as he slept in the heat of the sun. Summer on the horizon and winter fading away.