SET IN STONE:
Spent the morning with a stone mason, listening to stories
of Sans Serif & the post war re-design of inner-city typography.
Walked the streets in sunlight, got spotted through the colour of
my jacket by two lovers (who didn’t know it), smiling & curling
& checking each other out with glances only I noticed.
The gallery was closed, but the notebook was open, the pen was
invited & obliged by dancing.