Day Eighteen: Monday has soul sucking properties

It was a great  day, the sun shone like it was spring, heat was not needed in the car, I had fantasies all day about riding my bike. I predict snow soon. It is still mid-January. It is inevitable.

So, until the real spring: crocus blooms, scant clothing and amorous urges; I dream of the ocean:

January 18: Sharpie on Watercolor paper, 9"x12"