It's a quiet and sleepy Monday night as I sit and contemplate...Bloop bloop bloop (dream bubble) I look out my tiny studio apartment in Paris, the one with the pretty flowerbox-window and in between quaint buildings illuminated by candlelit dinners and chandeliers, I see a glimmer of a sparkling Eiffel Tower. I turn back to my dwellings and see a glass, half full of course, of deep red wine and a half-eaten wheel of Camembert cheese. Nearby my easel holds a naked canvas, about to be draped in velvety crimsons and rich ochres. A chipped antique vase holds a bouquet of paintbrushes, some protruding taller than others, asking to be dipped in paint. Sigh...life is good." Bloop bloop bloop...