“Huge black clouds are moving up from behind the trees, they come up so suddenly that I laugh, they are like puppets, and everything is swirling toward me and there is a long low peal of thunder. I am suddenly aware of myself standing thin and upright in a Meadow where everything has flattened itself down and so I lie down hoping to be unnoticed by the storm which rolls up and I am flat on my back looking up when water begins to pour down from the sky. My clothes are soaked in an instant and I suddenly feel that Henry is there, an incredible need for Henry to be there and to put his hands on me even while it seems to me that Henry is the rain and I am alone and wanting him.”
— The Time Traveler’s Wife, Audrey Niffenegger
This is really my favourite all-time quote that I like to read again and again when I feel very quiet and small inside.
It’s super quiet in studio now.
I’m supposed to be sketching away but today is not a day for drawing. My hands feel damn weak and they keep trembling, my lines turn out super squiggly and slanted. Sucks to be sick when you’re busy.
I feel like lying down in the middle of a field with the rain pouring down, too.
I wish I had my comfort book with me.