"…It was a woman, a young woman, standing right under a branch and looking up. She was holding a notebook in her hand and looking up and down. My God, she was sketching a branch. Sketching a branch in a Moleskine! I slowed down. Was she an artist? A student doing a homework assignment? Should I honk? Call to her? Pull my Moleskine out of my bag and wave it at her? Offer to share my drawings? Ask to look at hers? After a micro-second of due deliberation, I took my hand off the window button and drove on. The courage to create should not encourage crazy middle-aged ladies flagging you down like a long-lost artist date. I drove home smiling all the way."
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