A couple weekends ago, Dylan, Krista, Thomas Turnbull and I had brunch in Williamsburg. It was a wonderful little joint, but we sat right by the open door where wind kept gusting in–I was freezing. Afterwards, we went for a walk. It started raining on us, and my shoes were soaked through. Indeed, the sunny summer Sunday in Williamsburg I had imagined didn’t go according to plan. Still, I got a good sketch out of it.

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I’m including the flats, just ’cause I always think it’s interesting to see them. Next Sunday, I’m checking the forecast.