Rainy Day Charcoal Art

There's a quiet rhythm in the way the rain taps on the window, as if it were a metronome for my thoughts. I found myself sketching an abandoned train station in charcoal, the lines a kind of rebellion against the emptiness that sometimes fills the rooms I occupy. Even the silence feels like a crowded concert, each breath a quiet applause. Sometimes I wonder if my stubbornness is just a way to keep the world from erasing my color. I wrap the day in a blanket of soft stories, letting them drift like leaves on a slow current #slowart #rainyday