The witching hour has nearly expired. A glorious evening indeed! This was a Thursday night unlike the other Thursday nights of the month, every bit of sidewalk and blackened street dances with creative energy as the thousand wander, stumble and laugh their way through blocks of artists on display. The Red Light of art; the downtown Art Walk!
I have dabbled in numerous arts myself; ceramics, oils, watercolors, pen and ink, charcoals, if there was a way to express my creativity I would dive into it headlong as a child running down the stairs on Christmas morning, screaming with joy as arms flail about at top speed, the colors and sounds of carefully wrapped packages being demolished in an instant of unbridled lust and joy. The anticipation of hidden gems and golden surprises to be found in each package inevitably dampened by the reality of how short the gifts fell from fantasy. The love behind them quickly surfaces though as mom serves up no-bake cookies in both chocolate and vanilla, true orgasm defined!