Drenched in Enthusiasm


Pointed brush practice from one of my sketchbooks…

Then a wren in the privet began to sing.
He was positively drenched in enthusiasm.
I don’t know why. And yet, why not?

excerpt from “I Happened To Be Standing”, in A Thousand Mornings by Mary Oliver.

“he was positively drenched in enthusiasm” – from “I Happened To Be Standing”, by Mary Oliver