Riding In the Rain
Rode over to visit a friend today, she paints with colors in the most lovelest of ways. no
charcoal or water with color, just oils on a canvas. she allows me to watch. word-less i stay
for hours sitting in gaze.at a point she turns to say,what color should this be? look at the
color of what you wish to paint,this is the color of it should be.she coolly turns away.
so a sun-shine rain begins it's windy spray upon this paint-able summers day.we cover the
canvas in a most coveted way...to shelter we dash.
so i mount my bike from which i came cycling home,riding in the rain.
return i will another day,perhaps it won't rain,upon this other day...
Copyright © Gary Bechter | Year Posted 2010
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