sun, sun, sun, here it comes

[harborshore]

I'm back from the cottage and the holiday of subtle fertility symbolism--for the record, I did no frog-hopping this year, but we walked all over, went biking, picked seven kinds of flowers and put them underneath our pillows (tradition--it's supposed to make you dream of your intended), got quite drunk and had excellent food. And then I dreamed about a friend of my sister's, which was not on, so I told my sister about it when she called me the next day, and that should cancel it out. Hopefully.

I'm a stage kid; we're terribly superstitious.

But that was not the point of this post at all. You might have noticed me posting a story last week? WELL. I came home to find out absenteye had made me art!!! AWESOME ART. Art that is supposed to be Lindsey's art from the story! Oh my GOD, you guys, I love it so.







I mean, she took the description of the artwork from the beginning of the story and made it an actual piece. I keep looking at it and beaming, because yeah, exactly, exactly like that. Look at Steve's face! And Greta, nothing but light and glow. And there's red everywhere and a falling silhouette, and I love it ridiculously, ridiculously. *flaps hands* I want to write thoughtful meta about her choices here, and the way the colors work, but much like with tuesdaysgone's piece, I'm reduced to helpless beaming. I love you, darling girl.