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Rue
A few days later, I’m absorbed in drawing a marble on the floor of one of the living rooms. I’ve spent hours trying to capture the light as it shines through, distorting it and throwing a soft rainbow on the floor just beyond. It’s difficult to capture the light just the way it is, but it’s also pretty challenging to get the shadows down. The hardest part is drawing the spaces in between, the many different shades of dark brown and deep grey.
Life is often like that, dealing with the difficulty of trying to figure out just what is shadow and what is light.
Dryas comes to sit beside me as I draw. He’s quiet for a while, maybe thinking that I don’t notice him. But of course, I do because that is who he is. He commands attention, whether or not he means to.
I haven’t seen him much
