Escaping part 2
Goodmorning! So, on Tuesday I posted about escaping to an imagined town on the Riviera in the hopes of escaping the cold and willing spring to come faster and guess what... the forecasted snow that we were supposed to wake up to on Wednesday in NYC didn't come!
IT WORKED. I am an illustration voodoo meteorologist mastermind. Let's test my powers further...
Today, inspired by Atlantic Pacific I invite you to join me and focus all your energy on moving the temperature up at least 10 degrees. My goal is to control (with my mind) the north east weather patterns to not drop below freezing again until fall. I know, ambitious. But, clearly, I am powerful at this given my track record of one time success.
Think about spanish moss dripping off knotty, ancient oaks, their branches reach out long and low over the road you're riding along. The moss is creating a secretive cave, dappled with spring sunshine making dusty, lace patterns on the windshield of the beat up old beach car you're obviously driving with all the windows down.
And there's music playing in the car, and in the air, all around. Like a happy montage from a beach movie in which you will ultimately marry Ryan Gosling. Wait I just got it, the song is a reggae cover of Take Me Home, Country Roads. Yes.
Do you see it? Good. Now focus on that. And on the navy and white striped skirt you're wearing, paired with perfectly tan skin.
We can do this, winter-refugees! We are stronger than the cold! Keep meditating on floppy sun hats and check back soon for more escapism.
Goodmorning! So, on Tuesday I posted about escaping to an imagined town on the Riviera in the hopes of escaping the cold and willing spring to come faster and guess what... the forecasted snow that we were supposed to wake up to on Wednesday in NYC didn't come!
IT WORKED. I am an illustration voodoo meteorologist mastermind. Let's test my powers further...
Today, inspired by Atlantic Pacific I invite you to join me and focus all your energy on moving the temperature up at least 10 degrees. My goal is to control (with my mind) the north east weather patterns to not drop below freezing again until fall. I know, ambitious. But, clearly, I am powerful at this given my track record of one time success.
Think about spanish moss dripping off knotty, ancient oaks, their branches reach out long and low over the road you're riding along. The moss is creating a secretive cave, dappled with spring sunshine making dusty, lace patterns on the windshield of the beat up old beach car you're obviously driving with all the windows down.
And there's music playing in the car, and in the air, all around. Like a happy montage from a beach movie in which you will ultimately marry Ryan Gosling. Wait I just got it, the song is a reggae cover of Take Me Home, Country Roads. Yes.
Do you see it? Good. Now focus on that. And on the navy and white striped skirt you're wearing, paired with perfectly tan skin.
We can do this, winter-refugees! We are stronger than the cold! Keep meditating on floppy sun hats and check back soon for more escapism.
Goodmorning! So, on Tuesday I posted about escaping to an imagined town on the Riviera in the hopes of escaping the cold and willing spring to come faster and guess what... the forecasted snow that we were supposed to wake up to on Wednesday in NYC didn't come!
IT WORKED. I am an illustration voodoo meteorologist mastermind. Let's test my powers further...
Today, inspired by Atlantic Pacific I invite you to join me and focus all your energy on moving the temperature up at least 10 degrees. My goal is to control (with my mind) the north east weather patterns to not drop below freezing again until fall. I know, ambitious. But, clearly, I am powerful at this given my track record of one time success.
Think about spanish moss dripping off knotty, ancient oaks, their branches reach out long and low over the road you're riding along. The moss is creating a secretive cave, dappled with spring sunshine making dusty, lace patterns on the windshield of the beat up old beach car you're obviously driving with all the windows down.
And there's music playing in the car, and in the air, all around. Like a happy montage from a beach movie in which you will ultimately marry Ryan Gosling. Wait I just got it, the song is a reggae cover of Take Me Home, Country Roads. Yes.
Do you see it? Good. Now focus on that. And on the navy and white striped skirt you're wearing, paired with perfectly tan skin.
We can do this, winter-refugees! We are stronger than the cold! Keep meditating on floppy sun hats and check back soon for more escapism.