There's a little farm down the street from the house where I grew up. I went there today and finally, for the first time, sat and sketched. They have a collection of vintage tractor, a collection of curly-haired cows, and the kind of farm smell that's good for the soul. It was the first time all week I was able to shut my brain off and just sit. This is why I love drawing so much- it gives me quiet in my world where, lately, it's been so loud.