The casual banter about meeting for beers after work on Friday. Often the play by play overheard of a gathering of cogs than went well into the night. Okay, I live in a different world I doubt anybody knows or understands. There’s a certain grim satisfaction that goes with the knowledge, a slight mischievous grin always lingering under the surface of a face that betrays little.
My Friday evening was spent unwinding over another piece of a creative puzzle. It’s going somewhere, taking on a life of it’s own. I hope I can keep up.
Thank you Olivia for being another willing canvas.
