At the end of every day, when all things are said and done, a man only ever has himself and his thoughts.
No one is keeping score. He is left with whatever he is carrying inside that nobody else can see.
This is the moment I wanted to draw and color. When the work is done, and the world has stopped asking anything of him, and he can finally just be still.
Some men reach this moment and find it empty. Others find it is the only moment all day that truly belongs to them.
