*Wolfskulls.

The butterfly days have come. These are the sweetest days of summer, so lazy and calm. In the early morning the birds begin to sing prettily, stretching their little necks and crying out to the sky. The soft breeze flows through fresh green leaves pulsing with life energy. Everything is warm and comforting. These mornings I like to wake up with an old cracked mug filled to the brim with strong coffee, snuggled into my blankets with my notebook. I like to draw while the sunlight gradually fills my room, the leaves sending fluttering shadows like butterflies across the floor. Soon they'll be gone though, and I'll have to fulfill my plans and responsibilities.