We are now twelve days into this new year. Twelve days of . . . well, honestly, same old stuff. I didn't set any specific intentions for the new year other than continuing on the path of better...everything; eating, walking, working, playing, thinking, laughing, loving, writing, sketching, and maybe even some painting.
Actually, there is a specific intention... I was gifted some color pencils and charcoal sticks. I haven't worked with charcoal since high school. The intention is to dig into reacquainting myself with that medium.
That should be fun.
The forecast for the next several days is winter at its most wintery; cold, snow, and more (deep) cold. If you're in a part of the world experiencing some extreme weather (or some other extreme) be careful and be safe.
One day, one step.
