Red Room Where the Writers Are

Isn't the last dance the one where the two strangers walk hand in hand through the doorway (which is heavily back lit, leaving our hero and heroine in silhouette). Still gazing into each other's eyes, enraptured, they dissolve into mist and memory... It's the morning after that might be more problematic... No benefit of soft lighting and the blurring of the edges of reality that we experienced, wrapped in the cocoon of the night and the romance or the electricity of the communication... But I like the clear-head, edginess of reality, who I am and where I am going. It really is an adventure, isn't it?

BTW - I think if we all lived by the Golden Rule, we would not be in the mess we are in. Why can't we just insist that THAT be the rule of the land(s)? And then we should all sit down to dinner together, one that we have prepared in a group effort.. A little creativity, a little vision, a little give and take, yummy food, the courage to be ourselves, to challenge and come to our own conclusions... life is good and could be better. Thank heaven for personal interaction. It is a lifeSAVER.