Sunday, August 30, 2015


I used to watch the beauty of water as it dropped away from my eye to the sidewalk below at the window of the top floor window.  It would make a silver ball which I had the privelage of studying before it hit the pavement below.  I especially watch the water fall from my styrofoam coffee cup whenever I was depressed.  Then one day a woman walked right under a droplet that splashed on her head.  She looked up and saw me, I waved back, hoping she might understand, but she walked right into the building and a short while later, the dean himself came upstairs and I was almost expelled from the art school.  Maybe no one realizes the extreme beauty of water, especially as it goes into free-fall ...

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