A high-ceilinged room. Wooden floors. White walls.
Brazilian music plays from the speakers, sexy music that makes me wish I was on the beach. I’ll dance instead.
Colorful shavings in a pile. Newly sharpened pencils waiting to create.
A threadbare rainbow carpet on the floor.
Yellow curtains, six windows. Beyond the windows, a monsoon sky. Mist caught in trees.
Sandalwood incense dances through the window, kissing the silk scarf that hangs from the pane. It climbs up the tie-dye sarong, staining it with perfume.
Art in motion.