I am making more love from
kind things old friends say
mediaeval oil paintings
Klimt
“La Vie en Rose”
and wearing Wellies in an art museum.

I think if I keep listening to “La Vie en Rose” and I paint as best as I can, drink lots of tea, and have a busy day tomorrow I can keep being sweet to people. Like a parched wanderer in a jungle relieves his thirst from a cumulation of droplets from leaves, I can gather droplets of beauty from the world and never run out of love to give.

Maybe someday I will swim in the ocean.