It is a dream day-March 27th

  Glorious sky all blue-solid and clear, except for that one little slice of moon watching me as I watch her.   She followed me down the street earlier, and now sits outside my office window, plunked down in that unbelievable carpet of hue. The fact that I am paralyzed with wonder attests to the fact that I have been overcome with beauty. I have that weakness that tethers me to earth sometimes.  I am a beauty addict, and when I crave something it is mine, and I crave more of this day.  So I will gather myself together and head to the river.  Painting time will commence this night with new energy, and the moon will light my way back through trees only barely budded.