Post by Noah Carter on Jul 14, 2010 23:17:11 GMT -5
(Late Twilight)
Noah looked down at his watch. He'd been sitting up in his apartment above the cafe since before sunrise, just waiting for the view of the sun on the horizon from his window. It had been a painting he had been working on for a week now. And although other buildings were in the way, it was a memory for him, one that could only be created from that very spot in his room, and only at a certain time of day when he could get the colors just exactly right. He wasn't sure he'd ever show this painting to anyone (as he never was with any of the pieces he did, doing them for himself instead of for recognition.
Dante put away his painting supplies and took off the brown leather wristband that had been adorning his wrist while he worked, safely tucking it in a drawer beside his bed for safekeeping while he worked, not wanting to get it wet when he did the dishes. "Looks like Dante's work will have to wait for another morning" Noah spoke quietly to himself, referring to himself by the name he used when publishing his works, smiling at the thought.
He headed downstairs, locking the door that led from the cafe to his apartment and headed into the cafe, turning on the lights, but not needing many right now as the sun had come up and was streaming in through the windows. He walked over to the front door and unlocked it, as well as flipping the closed sign over, so it let customers know they were open, even though there was no one waiting outside yet. Being a small town, he usually knew the hours that most people would stop by, if they were planning to come in that day. It helped him to know which times of day he could work on his art. Turning from the door he headed over to the counter, turning on the machines for the coffee and getting ready for the day to start.
(Open to anyone who wants to stop by!)
Noah looked down at his watch. He'd been sitting up in his apartment above the cafe since before sunrise, just waiting for the view of the sun on the horizon from his window. It had been a painting he had been working on for a week now. And although other buildings were in the way, it was a memory for him, one that could only be created from that very spot in his room, and only at a certain time of day when he could get the colors just exactly right. He wasn't sure he'd ever show this painting to anyone (as he never was with any of the pieces he did, doing them for himself instead of for recognition.
Dante put away his painting supplies and took off the brown leather wristband that had been adorning his wrist while he worked, safely tucking it in a drawer beside his bed for safekeeping while he worked, not wanting to get it wet when he did the dishes. "Looks like Dante's work will have to wait for another morning" Noah spoke quietly to himself, referring to himself by the name he used when publishing his works, smiling at the thought.
He headed downstairs, locking the door that led from the cafe to his apartment and headed into the cafe, turning on the lights, but not needing many right now as the sun had come up and was streaming in through the windows. He walked over to the front door and unlocked it, as well as flipping the closed sign over, so it let customers know they were open, even though there was no one waiting outside yet. Being a small town, he usually knew the hours that most people would stop by, if they were planning to come in that day. It helped him to know which times of day he could work on his art. Turning from the door he headed over to the counter, turning on the machines for the coffee and getting ready for the day to start.
(Open to anyone who wants to stop by!)