The doves and the window.

Ink and watercolor on Moleskine watercolor sketchbook 3.5" x 5.5'

From a window exactly like this, I thanked the neighbor for letting the light on up very late for I wouldn't be able to see this. I couldn't sleep, my stomach hurt all day long that day. It was just few days before our departure to return back home. The anxiety and incertitude of a problem that I couldn't solve and that it was off my hands got me into that state of mind and discomfort. That problem is solved today, but that awful night, as I wonder in the hallway of the place we stayed in, an opening in the window allowed me to spot two doves resting on the edge of the neighbors' window. I knew they were the proud parents who had two chicks last March. I, through the window of the kitchen, followed the progress of the soon to be mom. I did sneak peek countless times the patient bird warming the eggs, not for a moment she left the nest until eggs hatched, and the chicks, which eventually claimed the whole space of the nest for themselves, already grown, made mom and dad move to the edge of the window just above the nest. The refuge they found near the nest allowed them to still guard the nest, still feed the chicks, and at night, together, rest to continue to do the same the following morning. Motivated for this dedicated routine and perhaps my romantic imagination, I grabbed  a pen and my sketchbook to draw this simple view but so full of love. This scene took me out of my self awareness and miserable pain. Drawing took me just few pleasant minutes, which I hope will last longer in my memory than that ill long night.