LIVING IN MY IMAGINATION

This afternoon I've  sat on a sun dappled terrace, sipping lemonade with my heroine Judith. I've had dinner with a group of American painters in a 1912 restaurant and discussed impressionism. Later I walked with Claude Monet in his twilit garden while bats swooped through the blue air and moths drank from flowers. The air was heavy with the scents of jasmine and stock. My imagination takes me to so many places and just for a while, while I am writing, Iescape the darkness and coldness of this onset of winter. I wish I could always live in my mind.