Picture of The Day

Today my mother and I drove and drove and drove. We explored the town. We listened to Ethiopian/Israeli electronica and ate Greek food. I liked this stop sign and the way the clouds reflected the shapes of the trees.

Also, I wrote last night. After going to Starbucks and watching a man with a fountain pen write.

What to do when you know you’re being written.

When you find yourself sitting at a table only to look up and notice someone scribbling away in your direction, do not panic. This person means no harm, for he is only writing you. You might straighten your shoulders a bit, adjust the curve of your neck to its most elegant. Rest your hand on the edge of the table subtly, laugh delicately. Show yourself as you want to be pictured. Take off your bulky winter jacket and straighten your back. Know that for this writer, you are the centerpiece. Know that for this moment, you are all that the pen in his hand can describe as the letters curl lovingly around the dimples in your cheeks and the funny way you cock your head.

Sara