One day at the Town Library, I noticed a woman sitting and watching her children pick out some books. She had an expression on her face that was captivating. I took out my sketch pad and started to draw. She was better than a model posing for she was absolutely motionless, seemingly absorbed in her own world. Maybe she was troubled - maybe just contemplative - I'll never know.

When I had finished the sketch, I went over to her and showed her and asked about her name. She said Rosemarie, but she was quite embarrassed and further conversation seemed intrusive. I've never seen her again but I will always remember her face, and now you will too.

Happy music and art, Cinder LeDell