Well, Good Morning.
It’s joyful. Some hate mornings, I don’t and neither does he. Acrylic and highly textured with concrete and a mess of everything but a paintbrush for depth, this captures one of my friends that I would meet at our apartment complex before a long shift at the hospital or after a night shift. He was my reminder of a meaningful timeframe in which to approach the world. He was my watch, a reminder of morning. Sassy, indeed.
