New York is a mess of a storm today. It's lightning and thundering and its humid and dark as sin. Nasty.
But I came across this charming little piece by Hannah Whitaker while waiting out the storm without an umbrella. Its Albrecht Durer meets Lewis Carroll. Both good things.
So does that help? Just a little? And what is it that they say about rainbows after storms? Anyway... it definitely helped me.