I sketched a story around my battle between rain and it's contemporary, the wind,
last night.
Drawings outlined with a harsher  pencilling , some  softer in lucidity.
Can it be,
the entirety of ones journey
from birth till death
is all in the lines of pencilling.
I pencilled my story ,
reinventing possibilities,
what ifs,
if onlys..
Would things have turned out differently ........
Somehow ...
My sketch came out beautifully
.....entirely what it's all meant to be.
Chalkings .......

DK
June 2014