Tired and cold

It's winter again. Or then it's monday.

I wonder what would happen if I wouldn't wake up on mondays? The world would still spin? The birds would sing?
I'll have to try this next week.

This is not a human way of living, mondays.

Found the first evindence of summer from the field in the morning. And found out from wikipedia that it's called a Meadow buttercup in english. But it was sooooo dark so I had to paint it. I love yellos, it makes me feel, warm.

Hope your monday is, warm.