7″ x 4″, pencil on paper
I used to pass by this old man on the way to work in the mornings just few blocks west of home. His tweed jacket, shirt and pants were always a bit too loose on his frame. The most memorable thing about him, though, were his crazy old man eyebrows. They were white, fluffy and pretty much obscured his eyes. It’s been years since I’ve seen him. I sometimes wonder who he was and what’s become of him.