One day when my son was about 10 years old, I'd been working at the kitchen table. A couple of his friends were over. It had just rained, and the mostly dark sky made the ground colors super vibrant. The rays of sunlight breaking through the clouds lit up the wet vegetation like jewels. As the boys came stomping through the kitchen on their way outside I stopped them to point out how pretty was the view out the window. They looked at me sternly, and my son said, "Mom, we're not into pretty." They marched on out of the room. This piece represents the view out of the window that day.
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