the floor is cool from the windows being open all night and the light is a quiet grey-blue and then you realize the birds are back and singing softly. Just phenomenal
my room got too hot last night (wore my big pajamas) . cracked open the window and was met with That smell of winter air (rec within a rec . rec-ception) AND! immediately . blue jay AND cardinal AND woodpecker AND SONG SPARROWS !! spring is coming . there is lowkey a light at the end of this long and winding tunnel . the window is the eyes to the soul or whatever
It was here before us, and it will be here long after we're gone. We're just passing through. Anyway, this winter has been very mild and weird, so for once, I think I can actually embrace an early spring without being disappointed. I went on a walk yesterday, and maybe it was the time-change exhaustion, or just the sunny euphoria, but I couldn't help but notice all of the birds out and about singing their songs - so much so that I was repeatedly singing "the birds are back in town" in my head, and really enjoyed imagining that they were all just as stoked to see me. It was a nice little frequency to find myself within.
Iβm on an instagram break plus I like you guys more so please enjoy this painting I am proud of. Referencing Boschβs garden of earthly delights, specifically the third βHellβ panel β€οΈβπ₯ acrylic and gouache on raw canvas!
