Sunday in the Park is nice. Sunday in the Park with George is even better.

All I really need to know I didn’t learn in kindergarten. Stephen Sondheim and Georges Seurat were never mentioned.

Seurat says, “Painting is the art of hollowing a surface.”

Most people glance at a painting. Some look at it. Some see it. Very few dig into it. Why? Fear.

“I chose and my world was shaken. So what? The choice may have been mistaken; the choosing was not. You have to move on.” -Stephen Sondheim

I was on a train. Swaying back and forth, back… and forth,…. back… and…. I bolted up in my futon on the hard carpet, and felt a drop of hot sweat trickle into my right ear. My body kept shaking. Left and right, left and right. Breathe. Breathe.

My shadow kept swaying while my body stood still. The Japanese wood-paper lamp in my room shook profusely, the curtains echoing its motion. The curtains demanded peace. My eyes jumped at everything in the room that stirred in the restless air.

Another earthquake. I wonder how many people were shaken.

I sat there thinking. And thinking. And think…ing… into… a drift of …dark violet clouds …

 

When I awoke, I was no longer shaken.