The Right Time

While in the museum tour through the France and Italy I had falled in love with the crosshatched pencil drawings.

Bill admired the immaculate crosshatching of the thousand short lines stitching together a scene imagined a century ago by an untamed dreamer. Bill wasn't a dreamer. Neither was he good with a pen. He stared at the penmanship that still held (and he made a wild assumption that will continue to hold) stirring an admired emotion in such as him. Bill was once told drawing is difficult, that it was just like saying the right words at the right time. He had no idea what was right at the right time. Who decided that?