Some how this sketch is fitting for the cold weather i experienced in Texas. I sat there in between flights from Little Rock to Baltimore and drew this sketch. I watched the clouds as they appeared to be white and full of life. My mind drifted and reflected on how innocent it look, almost like the snow on the ground below me. Some feelings you can never take away, just like the first breath of cold air that fills your lungs.
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