his eyes misted over......

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rWJhiP44s60

as the music played that old, Dylan song.....
the one that they used to dance to.....
under the gazebo.....
a million years ago....

was he sad ??
nostalgic ?
or just......
simply sentimental,
 after all ??

memories were hard to figure.....
they could punch you in the stomach.....
while at the same time,
holding your hand....
patting your head....

Dylan was singing,
"she's an artist".....

ahhhh.....
yup......
she was INDEED an artist ....:}}}

but life moved on.....
as it were.....
and everyone MUST grow up;;;;

(WE CAN HOPE !!)

and the old songs would continue to have
WEIGHT.....
but new songs would have aspects of hope....
and intention....
and resurrection....

and so...
he got back on his Harley....
revved up the motor....
and rode off into the sunset....

what he didn't know
was that she'd been watching him.....
from a window......
watching stoically.......
what could she do, after all ??
too much water under the bridge.....

she patted her eyes with the tissues that always smelled of lavender.....
and got back to her canvas......

and so it went......