Charcoal drawing on paper. It's a rainy day. Sat at the window with a newspaper in hand and a freshly picked bouquet you sit down to contemplate the complexities of life. Or watch the raindrops against the glass and pick which one will trickle down first, while kids kick a ball on the street below. Oh, the memories of childhood where did they go? But alas they flitter back while you ignore the *NEWS FLASH*. All the time we wished away that we can't get back.
