Walking Rain

I started this piece last year or so. It’s a wet spring day in NYC. I had spent the day, by myself, in the city. This particular scene occurred after I walked across the Pershing Square covered street bridge on E 42nd and turned around to admire the cafe I had just left.

I spent about an hour slowly drinking a cup of tea, people watching and reading a book I acquired from the MMA (the MET) earlier that day.

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