And the cat. She leans through the stair railings and drinks the water.
I started drawing. I had found a tin of pastels given to me by my parents when I was just 16. I treated them like gold, and didn’t like the idea of sharing them just incase there might be an accident that involved one of these babies snapping in half. I moved to the side wall of my house with this tin in my hands. I opened it, remembering the feel of these familiar friends.
I spent hours drawing as a child – and it’s been a while since I’ve drawn something of this scale.
I didn’t actually mean for this to happen. It just did.
Eyes, nose, mouth, freckles – she must have freckles. I have freckles.
Them I added a flower, and another, and another. And then some more.
I love her. When the rain comes – she’ll be gone.
Hebe – the Goddess of eternal youth and Spring.