I shall be visiting the Cleveland Museum of Art this Saturday.

There’s a particular painting that I always stop to look at. It’s a Monet, a melange of purples and blues and greens, an impression of sky and water lilies spilled over an enormous canvas that covers an entire wall. I always stop and sit on the cushioned bench in front of this particular piece. I take in it’s beauty for several tens of minutes, and then I move on, letting my eyes and the creatively curious part of my mind wander. But I always feel like the trip wouldn’t be worth it without that single painting.

I look forward to our next meeting.