Weary

It was a day so quiet you could hear the blood coursing through your body. And there was a promise of rain but only the humidity was given as a poor substitute. It's April, the rainy month, but we've had little here. My first time mowing the lawn, I was almost blinded by the dust. I don't know if any or all of this contributed to this piece but I could give it no other name. This is a 7 by 5.5 inches gel pen with color pencil drawing on medium bond acid-free paper. It's Original Jones Art doing his usual thing here in the northwest suburbs of Austin, Texas.