Ask me. I dare you.
[But I forgot… ]
I soak color from the walls, brushing it into pictures, twisting it into wool afghans.
All these against leather sofas on wood floors.
Charged with sunlight from unveiled windows.
Smells of home cooked food linger over an old sad body draped in beautiful clothing.
I walk every day, unless I dance wildly to whole-hearted red-blooded music.
Long tub baths go best with sweet-smelling oil.
Meaningful conversations with loved ones emanate laughter, tears and hugs.
A house full of children, music, and dance… where all join in.
[can you hear it?]
And the first one to get there…