i keep wondering what if i made a different decision, looking back i have very few second guessed decisions. i like where i find myself, i can't imagine another life, i got lucky. the wolves aren't at my door. the octopus paints the sky and i get to see it nearly every day. almost like my own private gallery every day. i get to see it without listening to the innane remarks of anyone. the private picture show that is my early morning. not that the artist has a ton of variety but the landscape changes by the season. i appreciate each day for what it is, an individual unique work. i want him to know that i like the colors, i don't really know what it takes to do what he does but it always is separate from the last.