You're expected to do things on sunny days. That's way too much pressure for me. There's a delicious sense of some kind of infinite mess percolating on an overcast day. All complex and bubbly. Nice weather, though, is a Mylar balloon — looks cheerful but there's not much going on inside. Summery-ness is kind of dull.
Semi-Daily Scribbles
Carving out a corner to post random crap.

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