This was a scribble that might someday end up as a quick print for a card or something.
A deafening clap of thunder woke me. It was two in the morning. It was hot. It was raining buckets and the lightning was flashing every couple of seconds, sheet lightning, forked lightning. I got up and looked out of the window. Outside, the walnut tree kept appearing in staccato light and then disappearing.
The next day, sat having my roots done, I remembered....
I think this could be a nice easy image for when I find myself on that linocut course and they say, 'Right, now just think of something and have a go!', at which point I would normally expect a total vacuum in my head, as everyone else happily sets to.
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