I bet you don't remember me. But you sure hated me in February when I saw my shadow. You blamed me because you got five months of winter including snow in April. Well, enjoy your summer, your brief summer days, because in a few months it will all be back and I will be hiding in my hole again, waiting to be dragged out of it by those guys in the tuxedos and black stovepipe hats.
Ink on sketchbook page, 2" x 2 1/2", July 9, 2014.