Flowers and plants fill space in every room. On the window seal I have mason jars filled with spices and herbs. Floor rugs and lamps from Morocco. Bright red, peach coral, sunshine yellow, indigo blue and pearl white broken glass and paints organized into a mosaic tiled floor. I move from one side of the room where my painting easel sits, to the other where my pens and paper lay flat, on my desk. I'm sketching an old lover or a new muse, or maybe i'm just writing love notes. The sun shines now, tonight the moon will be a reminder of all of the beautiful things that we will never hold.