I waited for him where a powerline crossed the road and rested against the gate at the powerline’s access road, enjoying a bit of sun. There was a little pool next to the road and it was warm enough for the frogs to start croaking. I knew it was going to be a while, and I started getting that fidgety feeling. There was a bush with many curved stems rising out of the pool and I started mentally drawing it. I had plenty of pens, but no paper. Then an idea hit me. I had a sharpie and the top of the gate was nice and clean.
I went to work on the bush in the pool, then I moved on to a tall hemlock standing beside the road. When that was done he still hadn’t arrived, so I then tackled the scene looking down the powerline.
It was a kind of neat feeling, leaving a bit of my art behind, like a poor man’s Banksy. I wonder if anyone was impressed.