I walk in the front door of the local coffee shop I go in every morning on the way to my studio. I see you behind the counter as you always are readying various orders for different customers. I have often wondered what you would look like staring back at me from the other side of my canvas. your beautiful form laid out before, every ounce of professional fortitude keeping me in line. My wedding ring and my endless line of commissioned work keeps me from pushing the issue. I step up to the counter , lay down my sketch pad and ready myself to order my drink.