Well, this winter wasn’t really all that much longer or darker than usual, but still, we hadn’t seen the sun for a few wet weeks here on the coast.

When it finally returned it felt as though the sun itself had awoken like a bear from hibernation, blinking, sniffing the air, and without hesitation leaving the darkness of its winter cave and setting out on its path across the sky in search of a long awaited meal with which to break its winter fast.

Last I recalled, everything was gray and wonderful, and the beauty of the muted earth was sufficient to keep my aesthetic appetite fully satisfied.

But then with the sun’s hungry growl, came the new green grass, so vibrant it nearly hurt to look at for long. I had to retreat into the shadows myself just to survive this painting. I was found mumbling incoherencies as I was finishing up. The only thing they could make out was something about needing a brighter green.

They snapped me out of it by waving a sandwich around, but it was a close call for a minute there.

-Entry on April 3, 2017