02/06/2026
Sunday morning. I was up before anyone else.
Not because I had to be, but because those petals wouldn’t leave me alone.
I’d been thinking about them since Friday — the way a peony folds in on itself, all those layers hiding in plain sight. Could I even get them into a drawing? So I crept downstairs, made tea, and let the morning settle.
After breakfast I finally got a few quiet hours. Just me, the pencil, and an audiobook. Absolute heaven.
And when my daughter wandered in, I couldn’t believe three hours had flown by.
What gets you out of bed on a Sunday — before the day asks anything of you?