I can explain.

I took this piece to the framer this morning.
It was cloudy and drizzly when I arrived, but when I walked out to load the newly framed drawing into the van, the sun was shining brightly and there were birds (barely audible above the Atlantic Ave traffic) singing, there was hardly even any garbage blowing in the wind.
I took this all as a very good sign.
'twas the right thing to do.
Sometimes life just shows you the way.
You know?