There is this tricky problem that I haven't solved again this year, perhaps I should set it as my task for solving it next year. The problem of being cheerful and happy together after the interjection. The interjection that throws everything off kilter, a little, off balance because my reaction and yours are so different. The best I have done so far is pretending it doesn't matter until it doesn't. Fake it till you make it, but faking it can be so tiring.
Does a sunny day a summer make? Certainly a windy day at the seaside has made for a fantastic divergence, a distraction with art most profound: the portraits done with their windrush documents, the frivolous sculptures of dancing barriers, and of course the illusion of the art and the surface. Let's just enjoy this sunny day.