Le Grimoire d'Ithilindil

We are on the second day of Winter. I like every season. Spring is the time of the flowers, of Birth. Summer is the time of vacancies, of « farniente ».  Autumn is the time of splendor, of vivid colours and Winter is the time of white, of rest and of long stories told near the chimney.

But today is not a snowy winter day, it is a rainy winter day. Now it doesn’t rain but the atmosphere is full of water. A huge grey cloud, which seems to have no limits, covers all the sky. The prunus that I can see through the window is completely naked and its thin branches are adorned with rain’s droplets.

I try to draw a fox for the story I write to my mother. It is not easy, I’m not a good drawer but I do my best and try to improve.