It was good to be back in the coffee shop again. I have missed drawing there and listening to the stories. I fall out of myself and the intensity inside my head for a wee while. It is nice (even if the drawing never seems to go well). Everyone seemed to have had a haircut. Is it the heralding of Spring coming? It was quite funny. All these newly shorn heads. And then there was the revelation of new relationships burgeoning. Dancing man has a lover. We are quaintly pleased, he and I. I hope it brings him some joy.
