Enjoy every last letter of every word, sentence and paragraph of this fantastic chapter of your life. Don’t rush past any details in an attempt to get to the next chapter.
Haunting
I haunt a variety of java peddlers, many are worth the effort.
Blue skies
Blue skies
Tremendous, overwhelming wave binds me. It sweeps me up and over, past rows of unfulfilled or disastrous encounters. I see them, standing there in solitary order awaiting possible revisits, at times pleading to be noticed.
The wave is pushing me past them with no possibility or desire for pause. It gains momentum with every second, it climbs in altitude and leaves me dreading the inevitable crash, that gravity will require. But for now, all I see are blue skies.
Work’s life
I’ve always been intrigued by artistic perceptions. Just as an artist finishes their work, the works life is just getting interesting.
A good piece of work inspires praise and accolades, while the truly great works start revolutions.
Installations requiring human interaction and therefore becoming evolved by the process are, by their nature, inspiring.
It’s clear
Striding through a foreign metropolis, a whisk of creative spunk, bustles through the endless throng of fashionable boulevards with her clear empty case in tow.
The locals stop to stare at this brutal invasion to their ordered sense, where cases are filled and concealed. Before they can interrogate this invader, she has moved on, to assault other unsuspecting passers-by with her effrontery.
These locals will later recall to any and all that will listen, that they encountered an imp or an angel, they know not which, with a clear message for all…