Hidden Realms

Sketch of my friend’s dog as he was trying to sleep on the sofa. Proportions are a bit messed up, but I’m happy with it.

Standing at the edge of the cliff he cast the rough stone into the air, watching as it fell to the thunderous waves below. The seagulls cried in the distance as the cool salty breeze played on the cloak resting on the man’s shoulders.

He turned back as he leaned out over the edge and the sun glistened off of the tears running in rivers down his tanned cheeks. Rays of sunlight found his gray eyes, but failed to bring any warmth or recognition — they gazed far away, back to memories of a summer lost — before they disappeared below the surface of the restless ocean.

He, to forever dream beneath the emerald sea.

Yes. But don’t get your hopes up. It’s just that time of year again. Past it in fact.

Ah well. Nothing to report really. Another year gone, that much closer to the end of my life.

Cheers.