Art Easel
One day I was sitting and looking at a “How to Draw” book. It was “garbage day,” so I put the book down and took the cans out to the street. At the time, the subdivision was not complete and seemed desolate.
No one was outside. I positioned the two cans next to the curb and started to walk away back to the house.
I noticed a piece of cardboard in the street, so I picked it up, walked back, and put it into the can.
As I was putting the lid down, another piece of cardboard flew into my hand (pneuma again). I was just going to drop it into the can too and walk back, but I thought maybe I should read what it said. It was the empty box for an art easel.
