away to a lush sprawling park to walk, read, sketch. i used the sharpie again.
i stood in the rose garden and sketched. the sun was warm.
a very old lady with a wooden cane walked by listening to very loud chinese opera. it was beautiful. and strange. i've seen her before. she ambles around under the dappled path.
i sat on a bench in the shade of a tall evergreen. pine needle carpet at my feet.
came home. colored everything. the end.