It was a bad day and I was in a bad mood. The day was drawing to a close and I thought a trip to Santa Rosa Rural Cemetery might help me snap out of it. I hoped I might be able to draw something, anything, and transport myself into that lovely place I go to when I draw and am able to let go of everything else. At the end of an hour that passed all too quickly my mood had lightened and the day didn't seem quite as bad. Sometimes I forget what an amazing gift it is to be able to pick up a ballpoint pen and some paper and travel...outside of myself. It was good to be reminded.