Today on the train was a giant of a man with a bushy, ax-murderer beard. He towered above everyone and looked rather menacing. Menacing, that is, until I noticed his remarkably tiny button-nose and sparkly eyes. In an instant he was transformed into a comically kind fairy tale oaf.
And that, my friends, is why I kick myself when I don't carry a sketchbook or camera around at all times. Although the fact that I was grinning at him for no reason was probably unsettling enough without whipping out a camera. I guess words will have to be my sketchbook today.
