Just Thinkin'

So I'm sitting here reading about a conversation between two fictional characters prattling on about their love of art and I'm thinking. As much as I like art and artistic endeavors and I do. I can spend hours going on about the texture of an opera singer's voice or the brush strokes on a painting or even how a well done facial gesture can change the whole meaning of a scene in a play. And I have to the delight of some and the torment of others;)

But when it's all said and done what I like most is life. The living of it instead of the observing of it through someone else's symbolism. The feeling of the grass beneath my feet. The taste of wild berries. The anticipation of the "hunt". The laughter of people. The light radiating from a warm and cozy house as I wander around tired and cold knowing my own home is a long away off. The “evil” grin of someone who is relishing the thought of having sex with me. Rising to the challenge even though I'm tired and spent. Or even the sad broken look of someone broken from grief. Really any number of things that reminds me I'm alive.

Given the topic, this isn't a very long posting. I apologize to those who may have wanted more but that's all I have to say for now.