A floating lipstick kiss left in her wake and caught in time. A simple moment for romance… As guys, are we nuts? Is the mere suggestion of a woman in an intimate moment enough to cause us to pause in thought?
Yet for her, I am sure this was a much smaller ‘moment in passing’ and considerably less intimate. Something that happens everyday, a beauty task accomplished without a thought …on the way to work, or a quick freshen up before a weekend walk on the beach.
Maybe I have made a discovery of hieroglyphic importance. A dream of so many possible interpretations that this wind, this beach, this Kleenex all lead back to her lips. Yet to her, this may be just an application of ‘sun block 45 in red’. A quick swish onto the lips, a quick blot with the Kleenex, done! …just before a gust of wind takes it on a path to my realm.
Well, enough of this exploration of a fantasy created from a fleeting bit of trash windblown across my path. Enough of coming up with some Anthropological backwards reasoning of this so called ‘object d’art’ found in time, …my time.
Yet that is what it’s about, as guys we receive so many inputs like this through our day that we can only be thankful ‘for just being a guy’… from women to us, gifts of art create the smallest of musings in our simple minds, but still, we appreciate Art …everyday !