This drawing is one of the reasons I want to really make myself take the everyday opportunities that present themselves to look, take note and record people, places and events. It so clearly recalls for me the time and the feeling of being there, with my Dad, since passed away, and my baby son, now sixteen and of course a world away from the little new person he was then. We were waiting for Bruce, my husband, to arrive at the airport in East London (SA) where my dad lived, and he had just phoned to say he had missed his flight. A bit of tension in the air, wondering when we'd have to venture into the night. Reading, drawing, to pass the time - and how precious it is to me now, this casual sketch.