The curls and long limbs of the slender actress were wrapped around the keyboard and in the darkness of the cafe the computer screen became her spotlight.
The joy that usually exudes from the eyes, mouth and seemingly every pore of our organizer is muted as she too stares intently at her connection to the world . . . one in which there are more conflicts that she would this day care to confront.
The proper artist sits before his Apple preparing perhaps to update the blog he's neglected?
The Germans are improving on piano and drum, offering background ambience to this moment in time . . .
Which I am relishing . . . and life is exactly as it should be.