Two Reasons

There are two reasons I feel that way, I said, and I walked to the board to draw a picture.

He watched me patiently. They've learned to expect pictures from me.

But you probably won't like the first reason, I cautioned him as I put my first scribble on the board. I tend to get spun up on small things.

Of course, he knows that by now as well as anyone else. We spend a lot of time talking, and he gets to listen to my many comments on little things.

No, no. That's what I like, he said. You think like ..., and he struggled to find a word.

I wondered what was coming next.

Little things, he said. Artists think about little things.

He smiled. I smiled. And in the end I don't think I ever did explain my two reasons.

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