He had been lovely of course. Gentlemanly, he guided us through the grounds he had discovered and knew like no other over the years.
We conversed while I made new sketches, even using the colours he had gifted, skillfully and blissfully for Granny Martha's teachings were still fresh in myself and the pieces could be done with grace… Engaging in conversations we could enjoy and share pleasant thoughts from time to time, without ears that were not meant to learn of my sound.
— It is astonishing how the lady appears to have conquered skills of artistry. I recall you learned on your own… and yet you have used these colours seemingly easily. —
'Sigh… one day I shall tell where I learned… nonetheless, I wonder if he did it on purpose… the fact that he remained close, quietly tame… solely to watch my hands is so thoughtful…' — I daydreamed, finding it a pity that we could not sit closer because of our chaperons.
