Draw it again

The view out the dining room window

It’s Sunday morning. 7:30 am. The only day of the week we don’t have to get up and go somewhere.

My wife is still in bed, and the kids are watching TV.

I’m at the dining table, staring out the window again, sipping coffee with a pen in the other hand. I’ve drawn this view enough times that I can see it in great detail, even with my eyes closed.

There’s the…