the best part of the day

She was a nice looking granola, whatever that means. Not full-blown attractive. Just comfortable with all the trimmings. The canvas bag with journal in tow. The beads on her right wrist. The leather sandals covering modestly painted nails. The cargo pants that didn't quite cover the butterfly tattoo above the waistline. A sublte mistake. Or not so subtle. She spent much of the morning drawing a pen sketch of a tree. I don't know if it was unearthed from memory or if it was born out of boredom. But three days into this conference, it was exactly what I needed. It was a beautiful tree, drawn with easy but purposeful strokes. At lunch break, I left an anonymous note asking for it when it was done. She smiled when she read it. And when the day was over, she left the drawing behind for her secret admirer.