From a prompt at mastodon.art. Just about the only thing I’ve been able to conjure in the last weeks. Whatever this environment throws down after the last snow of winter is like a slap to the head with a 2×4. I should know better and plan the meds ahead for next year. But there’s always the optimistic first rain which clears up the dust, particulates, and mould and lends back my brain for a short time and snickers from behind the next corner.