Expect victory and you make victory

There is a pearl in the oyster. There is a genie in the lamp. Hats off to the tireless artist and her shining knight of a visitor. The visitor, the artist of all artists, who came today, bought everything, which is to say everything the artist showed him, eight pieces in all. He also wants to do a book on the artist, perhaps two different types of publication. He has also commissioned her to do another piece, and has said he wants photographed and framed all the unframed work, even work he does not own. His gallantry delights me, reassures me. In other words, the sun came out this morning on a small part of the capital. It lit up dark corners of the soul and showed them to be luxurious, generous, clean, and progressive. The artist, like a rising sun, is over the moon. All the doubt, all the pain, all the self-punishment, has faded away, broken apart like bread. The whites of the eyes are matched with the blue. Truth has won, over cynicism. Wildlife has popped its ears up and listens again. Leaves have delayed falling from trees. Poems sit parked on pages, finally convinced they will one day be read. Terrorists have paused over their bombs. Squirrels have passed, on the offer of nuts. Cars have decided not to crash. The sea has cleaned itself. Fruit feels rightfully boastful. Water has never tasted so good. I will leave for the war zone in two days time so impressed with the artist and delighted for her too. Her integrity, in short, has been rewarded. And the artist of all artists deserves some credit too. Hats off to him, I say. I could not agree with him more. Why, even the laptop feels tactile today.