It’s only July and I sense summer ending it’s as if you have the most precious jewel in your hand and the tighter you hold it the quicker it melts. That’s enough wine for one night.
As another London visit beckons I start thinking about Tube stories. This is meant to be my brother.
My father has a great tale about being up a ladder cleaning the gutters. My then four yo sister was on her tricycle. She caught her back wheel in the ladder. She got off oblivious to Dad and started yanking the tricycle and causing some panic 20 feet above her.
I am generating work on #procreate, I am still missing the drag that you get on paper. I’m focusing on adult characters.