The Muse

I was sitting behind the T-Shirt table at the Project InSECT room at the Mid-Winter's Art Fair.
I should have been happy. My favorite artist alive or dead was very much alive and painting a beautiful beetle before the public. My favorite performer was goofing with the kids and painting arm tattoos. I had made a new friend in Dave Gould. I was surrounded by prints and original paintings of some of my favorite artwork.

I wasn't happy because over the last two days I was breaking up with my girl friend in public before my artist friends. How long had I been black listed from work? Three or four years of living with my parents because I had to do the right thing. I can't regret it because at least one child was saved from death or a life long injury from my actions. How many times had they tried to arrest me on false charges, four or five times? Being a whistle blower was a fool's mission and I was starting to feel a black hole of political corruption was eating my life away.

I sat behind the T-Shirt table depressed wishing someone, anyone would get me. Why couldn't I find a woman who knew what I was all about?

Somewhere in heaven my wish must have been mis-filed as a prayer because no sooner than I finished the thought I saw her. I saw a yellow glow about her. After my car wreck I saw colors around the outlines of people. I had brain damage so I didn't really believe in my spirit vision but it had been ten years since I had seen this hallucination. My heart filled with love.

I had seen blue, green, red, orange and purple energy outlines around people in my hallucinations but never yellow. I loved her. Love at first sight?

"Stand up and smile you fool!"

My sub-conscious screamed at me from the back of my mind. I stood up and smiled as she walked towards me. How old is she? I had dated younger women after my divorce and later felt like a fool when I had to explain the 60s and 70s to them. I couldn't tell how old she was but she was beautiful and I loved her. It didn't mater if she was younger than me, I had to talk to her.

She said something to me and I mumbled back something about Project InSECT and James and Jessa.

"No you idiot! Talk about your own dreams!"

My sub-conscious demanded and so I talked about my dreams and she told me her dreams and our dreams were the same. She was the Muse I had looked for my whole life and I loved her even more and I had only known her a few minutes. There was a line waiting to buy T-Shirts and posters but I didn't care because I had found my Muse.

James, Jessa and Dave had to work the table because I couldn't take my eyes off the beautiful Muse of my dreams, no our dreams now. The rational part of my mind said she could be married or have a boyfriend. She couldn't be married because she was my Muse. I loved her wavy hair and her glasses but most of all I loved her smile. I gave her my telephone number and she promised to come back and give me her number. I never doubted for a moment she would be back because she was my Muse. She walked into the art fair and I turned to Dave and said;

"I think I'm in love!"

"I think the feeling is mutual."

She came back and gave me her number. I talk to her almost every night now about our dream.

With her I truly believe we can save the world one imagination at a time.