One day I was waiting for Max to get ready to leave work.
It was a hot summer afternoon. Buskers play music right below the windows of this second-story office and you can hear it in the room, part of the geography of sound and light that filters through the window to join the tapping keys, clicking computer mouse buttons, and scattered bits of conversation.
I rarely try to draw rooms that I love, but there was time, and it was oddly exhilarating to be in someone else's workspace, not my own.
