Today I finished a painting I've been working on for weeks. That felt good. I stood back and crossed my arms and said, "Ok, I'm calling it."
I didn't look at the clock.
It's for the World Fantasy Convention cover. I took photos. I look forward to telling you about how it came to be and showing you the details.
Yesterday while driving, I saw a man watering his flower garden. He looked to be at least 80. He was dressed only in a pair of pale blue dolphin shorts. He was bald and bent and very thin. I could see the knobs of his spine. He had a face of peace and fullness. He must've noticed that I slowed, because he glanced up at me.
His eyes were full of stories. I broke into the grin of a child. I couldn't help myself.
He was beautiful.