And winter is breathing down it's neck. This morning was a little too crispy for me. We seem to be losing those transition seasons. No more spring and fall, its just unbearably hot and then bitterly cold, with a few days of comfort weather here and there. I hope that changes.
Speaking of changes, Inktober has been showing me things about myself. The growth from one year to the next. It sounds incredibly pretentious but I can't help but notice improvement and direction in the drawings I'm doing now as opposed to last year. I feel purpose. I get up and I do the thing and it feels real. I'm not sure how to explain it.
I am needing another coffee.