ARTSLAM days 1 & 2

First two pictures for ArtSlam: [link]
(under the cut)

Passing period.
Logan (post-beginning-of-school haircut, pre-growing-it-out-again-anyway) and Meghan walking to/from class.

In dreams.
Sometimes, drifting off to the soft rattle of beleaguered window-panes,
I get a visit from the ghost of rainy days. All the things I can't remember,
for a moment, stand still. I smell the scent of soft damp leather, and the 
underlying stench of the river. I feel perfectly the cold of his fingers flush
against my back, his chin resting against my head. I remember the clarity
of his eyes, like the sky when the sun bursts through momentarily on an
overcast day. But, now as always, his face eludes me.