Two cousins, 10 & 11 years old, share an annual ritual: they meet at the end of summer to see who stayed the palest. We see a glimpse of their girlhood, and a shared joy that exists in the shadow of the stories they've internalised.
Clouds flow by. Pictures evaporate. When the act of drawing is in tune with nature’s ways, an ancient poetry echoes through the sky and in due time brings rain.
A dog we like to pet on the way home from school, an eccentric guy, and ringing doorbells as a prank. That's our life in this town.
