Not that I was thinking about it while I was drawing, but. While doing a digging project around my old house, I found another couple of glass marbles to add to the several I’ve found in previous diggings around the foundation. They always feel like treasures, solid echoes of long ago games.
Anyone in creative endeavors knows that the bulk of the work goes on invisibly, underground as it were, before it shows up as leaves, flowers and fruit.