Sundays.. Family.. dinner.. laughter.. dishes done.., eagerly looking.. finding a brush, dipped it, wipe it, apply it… yes. The simple pleasures of life are worth waiting for.

So fast it hit the surface , that the paper couldn’t smell her essence, only the fleeting splash that left a faint color of love.

What I perceive when the gray and blues mixed in the late afternoon air. The dreams that come when I slumber on a Sunday afternoon.. images that blend with-the smell of fresh cut grass sipping through the window.