A Moment In Time

I spent the better part of the weekend trying to resolve an old drawing. My patience as the years go by certainly grows. I look back on sketchbooks from one day of my life a decade and a half ago and wonder how I tried to get so much done. Then I start to see the holes, the things left unfinished that I would give anything to be sitting in front of a cathedral thousands of miles away at this very moment. I was so eager to get down as much as I could I took for granted the very act of breathing for a few. Part of me knew it would very likely be the only time I would ever set foot on that soil. Part of me knew it would if I left a little unfinished, I would have to go back. Maybe I was more patient than I remember.—Dominick