I've been listening to the wind whip through the trees in my backyard. While the sun is still shining, and it hasn't rained for months, it definitely smells like fall and there's palpable anticipation in the air. Something in my bones is telling me to pull out a blanket and start a fire. Or maybe I'm just a little excited to dive back in to the creative wonderland, nestled amongst the moody clouds and drizzly northwest rain. With all these thoughts of winter swarming around, I started drawing this little guy. His name is Bernie, and he likes to be bundled up.