Is it possible that a 60 degree day in February (even after a terribly mild winter) makes everything come alive? I can taste the pleasantries on the breeze, they are caught on each feather and floating object hanging in the studio. The moments today are timeless. It is not the day, nor the weather, not the energy, nor my particular state of mind, but everything, each element merging together to form a kind of purity of beauty. This, the day to shape the days upon.