Lily Pond

Down by the only lily pond around here the air is brisk and not particularly subtle as it blows its windy nose. It's not exactly a Monet painting the setting is a little too municipal and certainly not in winter, but in a good light it can be almost picturesque. I conjure up some Debussy replaying a favorite musical theme in my slowly hissing mind as it deflates and comes to rest. In time, my thoughts may dwell upon the pretty ladies in their summer dresses that sometimes visit this unassuming spot, but of course not on a cold winters day. No doubt I was born too late or early to be a romantic and my ass is getting chilled on this stone bench but damn it, with any luck I will be back here in Spring dewy eyed, and with a melodic tune or song pumping along in my quixotic heart. I might even bring the wife, might even buy her a parasol.