Misery

Obsessed with painting, my mind has been numbed to all stimuli, same thing over and over and over and over. Gorgeous outside, plenty of water in the river for a Boxley run, paint another stroke, listen to the creek roaring down below, same thing over and over, is there anything else I can do? This is the price, this is torture, this is where perseverance pays off, same thing over and over and over. My boat rests just where I can see it, so close you could be there in 20 minutes, I can see myself going through the rapids. MAN, when this is over I deserve 100 river days, and I intend to take them.