A face glimpsed through a rain-streaked pane, blurred to a ghost by washes of Payne's grey. But one eye holds sharp and clear, its depth holding the memory of a sunlit day—a single, reflected splash of a yellow umbrella, blazing against the fog.
A face glimpsed through a rain-streaked pane, blurred to a ghost by washes of Payne's grey. But one eye holds sharp and clear, its depth holding the memory of a sunlit day—a single, reflected splash of a yellow umbrella, blazing against the fog.