She walked underneath island shrubs punctuating the air with a white tee and worn denim. her hair moved like it was kin to gravity, billowing in the breeze with a warm energy rooted deep enough to sprout perennials.
As she shared where to go for coffee in her home of South Africa – her accent transported me to a place that wasn’t where we stood, felt about right for this environmental illustrator.
“I like a cappuccino, one sugar. And early-ish in the day.”
I liked that ish.