Igor retraced his steps while scratching his head. “Just what is this life all about?” he thought to himself. “What are all these strange thoughts and imaginings which keep dancing through my head?”. “Oh, they’re giving me such a headache!” Igor stood still for a moment with his eyes closed.
Then Igor decided to go and spend some time walking through Monet’s most awesome stunning gardens. “Everything becomes completely “right with the world” when I’ve spent time there, just walking, observing all of the beautiful flowers ~ ah, those vivid colors!” What a work of love, what a profound work of creation Monet brought into existence. I can almost believe that there is some kind of co-creator who inspired that radiant panoramic canvas. Yes, I shall go there and sit in my favorite spot on that stone bench which holds the carving of Chloris and listen to the water flowing nearby. So beautiful ~ so very beautiful ~ that blue-flowing liquid enhanced by such a rainbow of colors. Iris, I bow before you in all of your beauty!
“Ah, life can at times be beautiful - not perfect but still ~~ beautiful”. Tears could be seen streaming down from Igor’s eyes.