and I set up my paints and easel.
Pop a blank canvas up and try to decide what to paint.
Sip some coffee.
Put on some music.
Fiddle with my plants.
Rearrange my paper towels.
I have no idea what I am doing.
It's one of those mornings.
A knock at the window.
I'm on the second story!
I open the window and in steps Charlie.
He introduces himself.
He is a muse.
Hmmmm. I always thought they were a bit more solid,
but Charlie said I lucked out and got him.
Charlie reminds me of my husband.
Anyway, Charlie offers to pose for me.
He's kind of translucent and misty...
and he has wings on his head.
He's rather proud of them.
Apparently most muses don't have any wings at all.
So he takes this kind of hip shot sideways pose to show off those wings.
I forgot my coffee.