moment 11 || empty interior

For an hour I waited at a local coffee house while the opticians finalized repairing my glasses in the same block of stores—and I was caught without my sketchbook and without my camera—resorted sketching the empty cafe, on paper within my planner, with colored markers.

My intentions were to find people, but instead was greeted by lonely chairs. Most of the clientele sat outdoors in full sun. Their voices mumbled through the store glass front where I sat in the shade, still in my casual work clothes.


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