Day 276. Blueberry Cafe

Each morning he said, "I love blueberries."

She said, "Nobody loves blueberries that much."

He said, "You add sparkle to my day."

She said, "You're just seeing the glitter in the formica."

He said, "This place has the most eclectic style."

She said, "This place has a schizophrenic style, and if it weren't for the same blueberry ingredient in all the dishes, nothing here would be the same."

But she was wrong, because he was the same and she was the same.  

 He, ever yearning for this blueberry-tinged damsel; she, ever yearning for true-blue love from a rich romeo never stopping by this sticky joint.

Acrylic and Ink

Day 214. Long Fingers Give Good Piano (SOLD)

Finally, he was no longer seen as a "strange creature with freakishly long fingers."  From the moment he sat down in front of a piano, his raison d'être, the reason for his existence, the reason for his physical abnormality, became clear.  He was made, unlike anyone or anything else, to master this beauty before him.  Now, celebrated as unique in the world, his ability to play 4 octaves with one hand could be surpassed by no one.  True love, indeed.  Now with complete certainty he knew, there is "a lid for every pot."