The Sketcher

I saw this young artist sketching away last Friday on BART. His napping subject also must have been young and beautiful once before he became this tired and rather serious faced old man. More than a few of us are approaching the hump of middle age if not already rounding it out. Not all of us are weighted with a world weariness although I am uncharitably suspicious if someone has the appearance of having led too comfortable a mental existence.

I felt lucky to feel a certain purity and joy to the sketcher's efforts. Who knows what life holds for him.