Last night I was at a party that was tinted red. The party faded away as I started walking. The landscape became full of greens and browns that were washed out with winter, but it wasn’t cold. I was on a stone wall at the side of the road, there were cliffs stretching up behind me. In front of me were two deserted roads. I started looking for something, a pen maybe. I started walking along the wall and a gas station appeared across the roads, suddenly traffic picked up and I noticed a tall scruffy man looking through my things. I tried to yell at him but there was a stand with a pad of paper on it in my way. And then I noticed a man, shorter and balding dressed in blue drawing on the paper. I peaked my head over to look and at first saw a neatly rendered suburban neighborhood. Then as my eye was drawn around the page I realized there was a reflection of a man in the sky. The drawing was done in charcoal.