A Warm Summer Stroll

[Mestra]

At least no one seemed unhappy with my painting, especially Mami. I relaxed a bit, thought still apprehensive about the situation. "My grandmother always told me that art was but a mere reflection of our inner self. Not just for the artist but for that which gave the artist inspiration. Perhaps, if I may be so bold, you are far more than you know, far more than you wish to accept. You are as you are, and you are as I see you, as you are reflected here." I point at the painting with the brush. My stomach now in knots, I lay the brush down upon the easel and snap to attention in as graceful a manner I can muster and bow to Mami. I gently take her hand kissing the back of it. "I hope my candor will not be received in a manner unfitting." I stand back up, releasing her hand and smile. I wander away from the painting and this fascinating woman and move around the clearing. I position myself near the cliffs to get a good view of the surroundings, and of the ocean. It was not the only breathtakingly beautiful thing here.