A small room behind a bay window. A single bed, a table and chair, and a sink. I could manage something larger, with more conveniences, but I could never match the view.

Last night I sat down with the coloured pencils I purchased at Delta's in Edmonton and some super toothy paper to do some drawings of some things that had recently caught my attention -- things I had seen and was in danger of forgetting.

The first was of an older woman at a crosswalk absently reaching for the hand of her preschool-aged granddaughter, who, without looking, raised her hand to meet her gran's. The second one I forget.