found, not lost

Always looking for treasure, the painting not seen, the book not read...thus the impulse to paint that picture or write that story. And then I stopped and looked out the window yesterday. Outside, across the street, the trees were going amber and blurring through the blue haze of glass behind the greens & silhouettes of my plants. And then there are the layers of lace greying in density and luminating in scrolly cutouts. Everywhere is treasure, not lost but always found, inside and out.
hey, its Halloween today...