After losing my studio to the Eaton Fire, I needed both a place to continue to create my art and to develop a new daily practice to keep me grounded and sane. I had been drawing at Civil Coffee in Highland Park consistently for over a year so, in an effort to maintain some sense of a routine, I returned to my spot in their window once we returned to Pasadena. I bought a set of blank watercolor paper postcards, replaced my dip pens and India ink, and sat in the window looking for things to draw. My newfound reality of having lost all of my art and my space, helped me develop an appreciation for the impermanence of ownership, particularly around art. I would find my subject in the coffee shop or outside through the front windows, capture it in ink, and hand it off to a barista before leaving. It became a daily practice for a couple months while processing the immense and immeasurable loss I had experienced. I was very pleasantly surprised to notice while waiting for my coffee one morning that while I was giving my postcards away, they were collecting and posting them up in their stock room! It was then that I realized that as soon as I had drawn on my last postcard in the pack, I needed to scan and compile all of my favorite ones into a zine so that others could appreciate the documenting of my routine as much as my favorite people at my favorite coffee shop appreciate my art and routine and I could continue to give away pieces of myself without feeling like I’m losing anything.