Dear Art, life moves on...

A sketched page from 11 August 2026.

August was really, really warm. As I took my walks every evening, wondering if the world would go into hiding because of the weather, life seemed to simply move on.

A little girl greeted me as I crossed a bridge.

I crossed path with the same dog and its owner.

There are new chickens living in the park, exploring the ground as they go.

The big rain tree has many yellow leaves nowadays, and the warm breeze takes them on a ride as they fall.