There is a breeze.
Outside, it is gentle and cool.
It feels wonderful.
The weeks of the past have been so busy.
Rush, rush rush.
Rush to school.
Rush to work.
Rush for work.
Rush for Burger.
Sleeping is nice, but not enough.
Painting is better, but even less than sleep.
It's all about fine tuning, which I am working on.
I'm on it.