angel in my paints

string cheese

premium saltine crackers

sprite (though i'm lacking that at the moment, which kind of sucks)

hershey's milk chocolate (preferably without almonds)

nora roberts' novels

cloudless days

sunset

phineas bubbaphat squeaky clean

navy walls

cozy, old-school armchairs (the kind in my parents' living room)

sitting in my parents' living room, in one of those cozy, old-school armchairs near the front windows so that i can watch the sun set, the sky change from blue to white to gold and see the sun burst through the leaves and branches of the shrubs and trees, just over the hood of a squeaky clean phineas bubbaphat.

the angles and lines of the interior of my parents' house, the sheen of the reflection of the patio door's windows on the white terrazo, the print of the tapestry covering the glider rocker in the den, the symmetry of the rungs and legs of the barstools at the kitchen counter, the squareness of the pale blue chair opposite me. the curves of the antique desk, the lamp atop the chest next to that square chair, and the dining room chairs and crystal in the next room...

the painting on the wall on the other side of that square chair.

it's hard to see it right this second. it's so incredibly dark and the sun's just now gone, so there's no light from the windows highlighting it anymore. but in the middle of all this, if i were to put that nora roberts' novel down and look dead ahead rather than at the pieces of cellophane that once were wrapped around some string cheese and some premiums, there on the wall is a sheet of plywood dripping in wax tinted burgundy, navy and gold.

and amidst all that darkness, in the right light, is this splash of white.

an angel amidst bruises and bloodiness, though my brother wouldn't call it such. probably wouldn't like it that i called it such. he calls it angel in my paints, i think. or angel in my pants. i can't remember which. probably the former. but the latter's just silly enough, just stupid enough that it could be that.

anyway, of all those things i just mentioned, this is my favorite.

some days, a girl's just gotta sit down with a good snack, a good story and enjoy the view.