drawing | shoo! the february blues

february light by nature is sparse and should be swallowed by the buckets full on the few sunny days we’re getting. that's where you'll find me on sundrenched afternoons, when winter's days turn golden round the edges. 'cause, oh precious nature, resurfacing like a whale from marine darkness, tall like a shadow scooting about, in between barren trees... wait... a shadow? scooting?

... playing riddles, naturally, ignoring my romantic persuasion, scorning the world's opinion about his own passionate nature, stating  “... whatever your inclination, don't go berserk over me. rather...  

find me, anywhere, anytime. step outside and try and catch me, in the light afternoon breeze, vanishing swiftly. seek for me, behind corners of buildings you stand gazing at. see me dangling gayly from that strip o' blue up there. go on. come out. play." 

not your average valentino, is he? clever boy would be well chuffed noticing i'm sniffing out rotten winter leaves at his command. can you hear him hollering, urging you to break out and spend time outside; to grab a winter’s picnic whilest you're at it and beat the abiding winter blues. beat any blues, for that matter. 

bring your camera and snap all and everything that will last you a l·i·f·e·t·i·m·e {or at least till dreary february folds down on another year turning - notice how the sun was holding up for my pictures, trying to squish out some blue....}. veronica samples the blues this weekend.