After Rain

These delicate wildflowers sprang up overnight. It was almost as though yesterday's storm shook them free of their hiding place. It did the opposite to Music and me. Our typical refuge when thunder and lightning splits the skies is the downstairs bathroom. I drag a cushion from the papasan chair and push it into the tiny central windowless room. This is also the room where the cat box lives. Not my favorite spot at the best of times, though Pearl rarely uses it these days...preferring the great out of doors. She stood at the door, watching Music and me snuggle down next to her box. I did invite her, but she turned her back, twitched her non-existent tail, and disappeared down the hall. Poor Music shook and panted with distress and I prayed that the storm be brief. My prayer was answered.

It was over in time for me to dress and depart for the artist's party at the Walter Anderson Museum of Art. It is time for the yearly gala, and local artists are invited to donate art for the silent auction. So the party is a bring your art and enjoy the food, wine, and one another's company sort of event. I brought a photograph and poem framed together, and also the conte crayon dancer that I shared on blip a while back.

For me, a little socializing goes a long way. There were people there that I am fond of, and a hug and a little catching up is nice. The wine, the food, and the strawberries dipped in chocolate had a softening effect. And for a little while I watched three young boys who were dancing on the tiny stage at the end of the room. One of the artists had brought them along, and they were immensely happy with one another. The dance was impromptu; one of the boys seemed to be teaching the other two. They were rarely in sync, but full of life, their beautiful young faces lit with joy. I did take some photos, but the lighting was bright and uninteresting. I chose to publish these happy little dancing wildflowers instead.