I was waiting for my car to be serviced in New Westminster. There is an excellent coffee shop just down the road from the garage. It has high stools at a counter right up at the front window so I can sit and draw the street theatre as it unfolds. There was a narrow sliver view of a tree all backlit in vibrant green. And right in front of me was a construction site. A woman was putting bollards together out of the back of a truck then dragging them around in moving traffic. All of this was the front drop to the parade of people and ongoing interactions in the coffee shop itself; the slightly unhinged guy wheeling his earthly possessions, asking for cinnamon and all the while making everyone smile at his antics; the business man and his business coach/therapist speaking in business bubbles about building a courier business. It was all topped off by the non-stop cheery banter of the baristas, all polished and professional but somehow sincere too. Just another day in normal-ville.