Let love rule.

This morning I went walking.  I feel disgusted with my depression of yesterday. . .needed to shake it off, get myself right with myself and the world.

The first person I saw was my awesome property manager, who always has something to share, or some kind of compliment for me.  He told me he was going to see Annie at our neighborhood theatre.  He would go despite the annoyingly high number of kids that would be there.  We both agreed it was worth it for the great songs.  I actually saw that play when I was an annoying kid, on Broadway, many years ago.  The sun'll come out! Tomorrow! Bet your bottom dollar. . .

Then I went to the park down the street which is a topiary garden.  There is a special place in my heart for topiaries because my uncle was a gardener who specialized in them.  His yard had two hilariously big ones on either side of his driveway (these are bushes made into sculptures with wire and other techniques).  He also had a spectacularly large Cadillac El Dorado with checkered seats.

I read on a sign where one can stand to view the park from the same angle as the painting it was designed after, Seurat's "Apres-midi Demanche dans l'Ile de la Grand Jatte" There was a man standing there.  In the past I would have avoided the closeness, but nowadays I do what I want to do.  He said "Hi" then struck up a conversation (Kudos to him - not easy).

In the end we traded emails. Interesting where/when interactions can happen, if you're open.  I was reminded that if I want love I need to live love, to be love.