An old town up one of the rivers is where I found this guy. He was standing behind the glass, in the front window, of a store that posted no hours, and appears to have been dormant quite a spell. When queried through the glass with both voice and gestures, he remained mute, deep in the thought of whatever it was he was reflecting upon....






PS: The window was filthy, spotted with dust and rain, and streaks. I did my best considering, and took some liberty in PP.