White.
A blank canvas.
A surface of endless possibilities.
The two of us- a pair- stand before it
With brushes poised-
Midair.
Almost hesitant to begin, lest we, through our folly
Should disturb the beauty of such perfectly unmarred space.
We plan and worry and laugh with girlish lightheartedness-
And in the end, will the shapes and light and
Color and space all conjoin harmoniously?
We stand-
Silently appreciating the vibrancy and life
Which the other has to contribute
Enjoying this light, this room, this youth,
This Now....
Realizing all the while that very soon we will each begin anew-
A canvas of our own.
This is beautiful Hill. You wrote it, yes? I love the image of you both standing on the cusp of painting something new. I believe it WILL be strikingly colorful, harmonious, and full of light. love you.
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