From notebook, April 23, 2014
Now I am going to describe some people by their emotional or atmospheric emanations. I realize this is all very subjective. I am in a bookshop cafe two floors above the main street, having enjoyed a good (for once!) haircut, a matcha latte, and a red velvet cupcake with cream cheese icing. Small.
1. Woman in green scarf, tapered fingers, mischievous upslanted brows, elegantly spooning cappuccino froth into her lips on the end of a wooden stick. Young.
2. Sprawlywhitehaired (curls, long) woman slouched on her table, hunkered down like an animal crouched before the kill, purposeful. Tired but with a lot of fight left. Remembering things not too fondly, yet she remains far from defeated. (Moved before I could sketch her.)