Deception

One month early...

Anyway, in the cab on the way back from Dr. G. and with a twisted headache as bad as two years ago. And the spiced pink marble outside the window matches the faded ruddy rubbings on my hand (At the corner of Sutton Place and Sutton Square).

The weather is perfect Spring today and the sun beams in gentle colors and whispers with promise, promise, promise. But I know what is happening all too soon... The canvas is changing. The characters are all gone.