sketches

Day two hundred and ninety-two: This evening I was compelled to open up some windows in my apartment, and enjoy the sound and fresh air of an Autumn rain. I found the view looking down the street named Waverly to be particularly lovely. This pastel sketch attempts to capture the quiet melancholy inspired by the narrow, empty alleyway: lights, wet pavement, and silhouettes, seemingly suspended behind heavy raindrops. Hidden, the heart of the city still beats.