It's found its way into my veins and into my heartbeat.
As summer rolls along into autumn and winter and spring and summer again, the sound of the wind along a rocky beach somewhere and the waves lapping at the land continue there call, and visions of the cliff faces spring up in my mind's eye.
I am still lost in the attractive colours of winter. The middle of June has found us, yet rallying for summer colour still proves difficult. However, these particular colours have caught my attention. I have a soft spot for the primaries as is. You may have even noticed it in my last set of colours.
I was somewhat lost in the attractive colours of winter for much of this year so far, but seeing as the Texas weather refuses to cooperate with my musings and continues to rush forward towards summer, I will relent and shift my thinking.