Lord, grant me the strength not to yeet my painting out the window while it’s in the ugly phase

We report while June winds down, still hot, still bright. We try to treasure the light that we only get to enjoy in the weeks surrounding the solstice. It means we often catch ourselves with our chin in our hand, looking through the window until there is nothing left to see.

This is your captain speaking, we have now reached our cruising altitude at twenty-meowsand feet 🛩️

Fanciest Feast

oh shoot i almost forgot to post my wrapped