I was caught up in the aesthetics of the matter, not the practicality.
He could not eat his breakfast…so graciously wrapped, carried and presented to him in his shop. He could not eat because his hands were covered in grease.
The thought of providing him napkins slid through my mind as shilly shally and flim flam; wilted away with the promise of spring and the excitement of fine porcelain.
This is why he builds, and I build differently…
690 Saint Paul 