With bleary eyes and a yawn Owen began his morning rituals, first of which started with stretching the stiffness from his muscles. After around a minute of groans and pops Owen made his way to the kitchen. Quickly getting to work he retrieved the eggs and bacon from the refrigerator before slapping the bacon on a pan. As the aroma of cooked food filled the studio apartment the love of Owens life came padding out the bedroom before greeting him with the usual fashion, a purr and a head rub.

Giving a smile Owin said, "And good morning to you to little miss." Reaching down and scratching Solstice behind the ear. 

On the move again Owen reached up into a cupboard and pulled a can of cat food. Pulling the tab and exposing the hidden cat food that lay inside to the light of day before dumping it into Solstice's bowel. Shortly afterwards Solstice began to dig in eagerly. Going back to his own needs Owen flipped the bacon and began cracking eggs.
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In little less than thirty minutes breakfast was done, eaten, and the dishes in the sink. Owen had just finished the hygiene needs of the day, well the ones that mattered anyway.Teeth brushed, deodorant used, shower taken last night, and opting to skip a shave. Getting dresses was a simple affair, a pair of jeans with any manner of paint stains, a simple white T-shirt, and a black jacket to fend off any lingering cold.

With everything in order Owen gave Solstice a final scratch and left the apartment. After a short run down the stairs and through a garage, Owen peeked into the trunk for an essential gear check. Giant sketchbook, dozens of pencils in various states of decay, graphite blocks, tortillions, erasers, and inking pens. Along with some sample and finished pieces ranging from snowfalls, summer days, and everything in between. 

Satisfied he had everything he needed Owen drove off, first to the café and then to his lot. Pulling up his car next to his tent Owen began unloading, setting up, and decorating his little area with artwork. Complex snowflakes, a child on a swing, ice skaters, a sunset, and even a start night. While the themes of winter and summer were always in his pieces, the subject of each piece could vary greatly.

Finally able to sit down and relax, Owen just took the whole thing in. People most people were just beginning to wake up and it was always his pleasure to see the town slowly awaken, each light blinking on every so often. Taking a long drink of his coffee, Owen sat back in his chair and took out his own personal sketchbook. Only one of hundreds others he has used over the years, this one however was special as if only held the pictures he drew for personal fulfillment. No big money, no buyer, and no pressure. Just him and paper.

Quickly, before he could lose the images, Owen began to make a rough sketch. First drawing the people as they moved.about. A man with a violin and another woman leaving to go somewhere, two woman who had just ran into each other, and another who had looked like she was storming out in a fuss. The whole thing gave Owen a smile as he continued to sketch away, the little portable radio still playing in the background.