20 Nov frozen fingers
Mid-day was warm enough, but then as the sun suddenly dropped at 4pm, coldness set in quickly before I was finished drawing, crayons dropping from frozen fingers that did not even seem to belong to me. I never quite remember the light being as sharp as it was a year ago at this time. I could see color best from morning until 3:30; then, suddenly, I could not even see the mountains, because it was as though they were being lit up from inside themselves, blinding me. Everything became chiaroscuro. No color. At 4:30 I closed up shop dejected. ‘Brrrr.’ Cold went right through me for hours after I returned home. The color made it so worthwhile to endure, and start out again the next morning with new eyes.