I’m discovering my guest bedroom.  I’ve slept there over the last week since it’s far cooler.  I can open the windows at night, unlike my bedroom, where mosquitoes from the river would join me without hesitation.

What to say?  The walls are really orange!  When I showed my Canadian friend Anne photos of my Gent apartment, her verdict was clear:

We’re not coming to visit you until you get rid of those orange walls!  An off-white would be nice

Well, Anne, I’m cheerfully resisting the temptation to beige my place.  Give me colour or give me death!

As I lie in my newly-discovered bed, I see something else …

I bought this photo many years ago in Alberta, Canada.  In 2022, as I was planning my relocation to Belgium, I knew the cave would cross the ocean.

Too often, I don’t linger with the artwork in my home.  There’s that horrible word “busy” … zooming from one project to the next.  I need to stand before or sit before, or in my current situation of heat, lie before.

A stream of light brightening a cave

My mind is often quick.  It loves associations between one word and another.  It loves metaphor.  It slides easily  into “What does it mean?” 

Let’s not go there this time.

Here is a photo.  I choose not to add adjectives to describe, nouns to categorize.

I really like verbs … but right now I’m letting them go too.  It’s simply light in a cave – a scene that pauses my forward motion.  On my pillow.  Later on a chair.

Hello, dear cave