On Wednesday I took a drive and reconnoitered the train station to see the post-blizzard parking situation. The lot was plowed but there were many spots underneath the huge mounds of removed snow and the parking meters on the street were almost buried and necessitated climbing gear to get the quarters in the slots. I decided that the next day I would have to go to the station extra early in order to snag one of the spots. No problem – it would be a good chance to sketch some actual breathing and fidgeting people. Plus, I don’t want everyone to get too used to actual faces on faces.

A redhead, in the Penn Station waiting room, was sitting across from me. Well, I guess I purposely sat opposite her. She was engrossed in her book and stayed very still. Finally, her train was called and she vanished.

Someone else…