"…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."