I’m dreaming in color, fantasizing with acute awareness, living in black-and-white.
I feel like my soul has been infiltrated, that perhaps a little gift horse has been delivered to the doorstep of my heart. Will I blindly admire the beauty and craftsmanship of this steed? Will I be mesmerized by its lines and stature and handsomeness? Will I be besieged? Or will it become my most cherished treasure?
