I caught a breath of summer air leaving the studio last night. It was brief, but the idea that warm air’s around makes me hopeful (I’m 95% happier when it’s warmer n sunnier). I’ve been breathing that East Coast ice-cold or too-dry, heater air and it’s kind of sucked the life out of me. I feel pretty spoiled to be home, even though the weather’s turned more damp in the last day — ’cause then there’s the smell of the garden after rain to drink in.
Now to figure out my latest dreams of glasses snapping in half, homemade ice-cave theme parks and rotting teeth.
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