They are all fish but what are we?

This morning turned out to be the warmest and sunniest day we've had since I returned from London. It's hard to wake up and find yourself in a dense room with the slightest wind and fresh hot air rushing through the half open window. The fact I went to bed last 'night' when the birds started their day didn't quite help me to keep my eyelids wide open…but I rushed out of bed right to my working desk (Ok, so I had some tea and cookies first) to continue something I've already started in London. I drew some of them on the plane back home and really felt the need to let it all out. To let what out? Wandering the streets and corners of a larger city always leads to harsh views, of brutality, poverty, loneliness. It all jumps at me at once sometimes.

I saw a beautiful sun shining in the sky, but I knew I had different views in my eyes.