Connection

I get off at the bus stop. I go down the sidewalk to the enclosure. On the way I peep inside through the window to the gallery and I can see one of my fellow artists. A little bit further on, an entrance with a large window pulls me in. I  walk through the hall and that gallery to the first floor. The first, second, third door, I pass our rooms. I continue up the stairs. I put off the purchase in the kitchen and greet my second fellow. I drink my coffee and watch the children playing by the pond. I get up to join my partner in the studio. We create. Music and good mood flood the space. After the work friends come. We open a wine and have fun by the table. Only trees are watchnig us through a hole in the dormer. The evening advances. I go to my room and fall asleep while reading.