Its all so new
well finally he’s fixed up the place. All new and clean and shiny. Great for him but I liked all the clutter and mayhem, wonderful nooks and crannies from which to hide and watch, explore and ponder, but now look. Still, give it time and I’m sure the magic and poetry will be back, The place just needs a bit of seasoning.
He’s not here as you can see. Probably out trudging through the industrial landscape earning a dollar or two to pay the bills. He’ll be back soon enough though with that music on and a glass of wine or three. He’ll sit for a while at first, just to get his bearings again and then ease out of the chair, smudge some colour on the palette and begin again to “chase the butterfly”
I’ll let you know how it goes