Light box

It had gotten warm again, wet leaves staining the concrete walkways, sticking against lazy leafblowers.
In contrast with the white light box space of Dunkin Donuts,
smooth sheen black hair of student sitting face to laptop with all her stuff draped over chair almost glows.
Pink, red underneath clouds darker spokes lacing up into another level of clouds blowing in over the island.

Another productive three hours in studio with Mark today ...