C190 Windy Hall

Autumn.

The leaves rustled, and the sun rose up into the sky. A man stood beneath the leaves. With just his back, he had sketched out an endless stream of water. Smoke rose slowly, and the color of the legs of his baggy shorts revealed the firm muscles of the man, and the cigarette butts piled up beside the flip-flops, just revealing the unruly style of the man