It began as a sunny day. They take the light and travel.
Ginger and China. People painting, market places, streets, temples, hands and faces and bicycles. Laundry lists, menus, tea, candy. Fish heads rising out of a waxy sea.
As evening comes, music travels to Africa for an Appointment in Ghana.
She maps out New Haven. He follows a thread to Ethiopia.
She sits in the Musee d’Orsay surrounded by five Monets.
He dances with a man with a saxophone wearing a Dogon mask.
Picasso appears, connects the dots between them;
ginger and chocolate flash on their tongues.
They take the light and travel.
Another sunny day.
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Live in rooms full of light.
~ Cornelius Celsus
The windows of my soul I throw
wide open to the sun.
~ John Greenleaf Whittier