Beautiful/Sad

I was just flipping through some old journal entries, looking to cheat really—I once made a nice little list of beautiful things in the world and I was going to copy it for today’s blog. Alas, I could not find that list, so I must make another. But I did find this:

I’ll paint this picture of loneliness, of isolation in red. I’ll send a message of pain by the stroke of my hand. Characters will come alive on this page, on this canvas. I will drink my wine and listen to Indian music—touch the past, the future, inside. When my fingers thaw the day will begin.

Now I’m steeped in melancholy from the waters of reminiscing. The list will have to wait.