Today is beautiful.
I'm wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt, hair pulled off my face, and I'm tip-toeing through canvases as I prime them.
My legs are particularly long today, which is nice.
Somebody must have stretched them while I slept.
And as I juggle my body around each board, careful not to distribute dust or toe print, my calf muscle visits and leaves again appropriately.
I feel like crane, picking through the reeds.
There's something beautiful in that.