Sketch

I carry a sketchbook almost everywhere.

Not because I'm looking for ideas...

Because they have a habit of finding me.

A scribbled note.

A splash of colour.

Something someone says.

A flower.

A cloud.

A question.

Once they're safely on the page, my mind feels lighter, ready to notice whatever comes next.

Some sketches remain just as they are.

Others quietly unfold into paintings, workshops, stories or adventures I never saw coming.

Perhaps a sketchbook isn't really a book at all.

Perhaps it's a place where curiosity waits patiently until the time is right.