Walking down the road to my parents' house for New Year's
lunch this afternoon, this water tanker caught my eye. While
I was getting my camera set, that boy in blue happened to come
into frame. It didn't bother me much, although I had intended
to just get a close-up of the painting. And now, after having
just read Lunar Hine's comment on my previous post, I'm thinking
that maybe it's serendipity again. This is what she wrote: "I think
that sometimes love is as simple as doing the washing up when
it's not your turn. These are the droplets which build the rainbow
we call love."
And so, my New Year's wish for you is this:
The next time you're doing the washing up, out of turn, out of love ..
may the gods not just smile upon you. May they - wide-eyed,
with nostrils flaring and moustaches bristling with pride - stick out
a joyful red tongue and lick the side of your face.
