Two Years....

It had been two years in this place....
in Florida...
in Fort Lauderdale...
Two years EXACTLY today...

What had it meant? 
What had occurred?

The Art.... SUBLIME...Exponential Growth....
Exhibitions...Museums...Followers...Awards....Recognition...
She had found, almost immediately, that the air here was filled with CREATIVE JUICES.... Easily accessible….
Wonderfully Drinkable....

The HOLOCAUST.... The HOMELESS.... Slavery...
Oppressed Peoples...
Palm Trees...Nostalgia....

She'd created a "LEGACY".... undeniably....

The Town....
Well...
She'd met the "important ones"... 
Some would say that she'd "positioned" herself well...
In truth, if they'd known her at all, they'd know very well that she simply organically gravitated to her "own"... always had...
Not a PLAN.....Just an OCCURENCE really....

Her son had grown and left the "proverbial nest"....
(as it should be....)
That's the thing about NESTS....
They are, by their very nature, "temporary"...
They can blow away EASILY in the slightest storm....
All the "CHICS" falling where they may....

Men.... Yes, of course... always....
All those marriages...relationships....encounters...
Did they , in fact, make HER a Commitment-phobe ?
Still....She believed DESPERATELY & PROFOUNDLY in
"LOVE"...
Love perpetually being "THE THING"...

Friends... YES.... Good ones....solid...
She had very literally weeded out the "bad seeds"...
Maturing finally.... (But still FUN as HELL!)…

And the Meaning of Life....
Yes...
Found....