I sit on the old wooden chair, holding a glass to drink some water. The city street is quiet and dry tonight. I see a woman in a blue dress walking east. She stops near the lamp and looks tired.
"Good evening," I say. "Would you like to drink some water?" She smiles and nods. "Thank you," she says softly. I notice a drop of water on her ear. It shines like a small jewel.
Inside my small house, I open the drawer near the window. I take out a pencil and a small book to draw what I see. The city has many stories. The early dawn brings new hope. I hear the driver’s car pass by, and I feel peaceful.
Tonight, I remember the simple joys. The woman’s dress, the dry wind, and the quiet street. Life is like a line I draw slowly, with care. I never hesitate to enjoy each moment before it drops away like the last light of day.
