5:09 pm

The time as I climbed the steps of the museum today, and I was too late to get in.

I was caught off guard by how disappointed I was. The work day got away from me, and all of a sudden I looked up, and it was getting close to 5:00. I took off for the museum, listening to some peppy pop song on my ipod, walking along with this big goofy grin on my face and feeling all giddy because it was Friday and 45 degrees (instead of 20 degrees), and I was on my way...

To what, I don't know. And maybe the knowing doesn't matter. Maybe hope is all we ever need.

I never expected to be so moved by a painting. In my naivete, I thought I would go and gaze at genius, day after day after day, and remain unchanged. Silly me.