He dreamed in yellow. A brassy golden yellow that eclipsed only his aspirations of playing his trumpet for crowds. For it was still yet a dream, covered in the smog of the city. In the mornings, the airport would wink a sort of grin at the sun through the shades of grey. He daydreamed about walking through this place on his way to some large city to play a concert. Someday his dream would be realized, but for today, he was just going to meet someone.
I've painted watercolors for a little over a year now. Studied oils for about six months when I was twelve. Left the plastic arts alone while I pursued music.
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A reunion between two people?
He dreamed in yellow. A brassy golden yellow that eclipsed only his aspirations of playing his trumpet for crowds. For it was still yet a dream, covered in the smog of the city. In the mornings, the airport would wink a sort of grin at the sun through the shades of grey. He daydreamed about walking through this place on his way to some large city to play a concert. Someday his dream would be realized, but for today, he was just going to meet someone.
Alas...my overactive imagination...
:) Lisa
Wow! What an imagination! I love it...more! more!
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