Sneaking out in the middle of the night, in lieu of candles, stars. Darkness proffers moonlight. Armed with easel and brush, canvas and oil, I lie in the grass; let the brush move my hand. The movement, fluid. The colors acquiesce. A woman in red emerges.
Last night I found time, time to be alone, time to create, time to express, time under the stars in mindfulness. My body lies under sky. I finish two canvases. The passion dripped from fingertips.
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