#feeling wintry

[ominouspuff]

Broke out the watercolors today

[radiantaffliction-blog]

Study me then, you who shall lovers bee At the next world, that is, at the next Spring: For I am every dead thing, In whom love wrought new Alchimie. For his art did expresse A quintessence even from nothingnesse, From dull privations, and lean emptinesse He ruin’d mee, and I am re-begot Of absence, darknesse, death; things which are not.

John Donne, from ‘A Nocturnall Upon S. Lucies Day’