I wanted a couple of quick sketches to put in my Artist Date notebook, and that's all. As I was drawing a bloom, a woman stopped to ask what I was writing about.
"I'm not writing anything actually. I'm drawing this flower," I said to her.
"Oh," she said. "Drawing."
And then she said, "Why are you drawing? Is that plant interesting?" I wasn't sure how to answer her question.
"Well, I guess that's up to you to decide," I said.
She must not have found it as interesting as I did because she walked away and didn't linger. I would have liked to linger longer, but it was time for me to head back to the subway and make the long ride home, but not until I stopped at the gift shop and bought a couple of plants to take along with me.
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