Some people are startled or terrified as I grab my notebook and begin to scribble. Some are drawn to the artist. They want to see their picture in words. They want to know if it's flattering. The world keeps moving on.
People meet, connect, join.
But I've gotten lost somewhere, and I can't quite reach that second step any more. I just sit in the scenery, a bit player on the stage of other peoples'lives. The plant in the corner, silently creating atmosphere, unnoticed and collecting dust. Beth Coolidge lives in Columbus, Ohio. She is an aspiring writer.