9pm and there is a record playing in the corner. The dust is audible on the speakers, like sunshine through a dirt stained-glass. I’m halfway through the watercolor on this particular page. I got thirsty so brushes went down. Riding my bicycle to the store for a backpack full of Orange Peach Mango juice. A Barn Owl screeched at me from its perch in the palm. Heard but not seen.
The store was busy, I got my juice and left. The sound of the owl still bouncing around in my head.
The story ends with this page here before you.
Still dust through the speakers though.