Dream

What a day.  Instead of always heading out on the bike, I've been doing a bit more walking lately.  The beauty on foot is that I tend to see a lot more of the little stuff.  When I'm on the bike I'm so nervous about traffic and where I'm going (which is seldom anywhere, anyway) that I don't stop to smell the roses, or see the art, or buy the shoes, or eat the crepe, or yesterday....eat the art.

It looked like a church.  A big, stone, cold church.  But when I peeked in, I saw that it really just led to a courtyard.  There was a poster about an exhibit and I decided to check it out. If I'd been on my bike, I never would have taken the time to stop, find a place to lock the bike and go in.  Every now and then it's good to break your routine.

I don't know much about sculpture and I probably couldn't say that I'm a big fan of it, but this stuff caught my eye.  Maybe it was the way it was displayed, the titles of the pieces, the space they filled.....I don't know.  But I liked it.  And when I got to the end, I liked it even more!  There was a little jar of pretzels and a few mirrors sitting on a stone wall.  There were no instructions and nothing even indicating that you should go over and check it out, but how often do you see a little jar of pretzels sitting on a mirror on a stone wall?  Not very often, so it's worth a little investigating.  And what was it?   A little place to express yourself after enjoying, disliking, questioning or reflecting on what you'd just experienced.  A place to build your own pretzel sculpture, definitely something I didn't plan on doing when I woke up in the morning.  But definitely something I was happy to have done when I went to bed.