Something lovely happened to me this morning on my way back from the cafe. There’s a fairly visible police presence in this barrio, and the officers are very friendly.

This morning, on my way home, I was stopped by two female officers, who said they had seen me drawing mandalas at the cafe, and wondered if I sold my work. I first explained that I rarely draw mandalas, but showed them my little sketchbook so they could properly see what I do. They said they would love to buy one—only one for both. I said I never sell my work but often give it away, and let them choose the one they wanted. I pulled it out of the book and signed it for them, and they were delighted.

It was a lovely way to start my day, and we all went off smiling!