Hope, via paint

Sometimes, something as simple as painting a floor can give you hope. A new outlook emerges when dismal grey succmbs to brighter lilac. Sure, it's not a perfect job. The oil-based underlayer and the grain of the wood itself ensure the flower-colored coating will be only surficial. But right now, a brighter surface is a start. I live in a tiny community; knowing no one I spend my days in solitude. Sure, there's a little fur electron that darts about with ionic speed. But she is here because I brought her - not because she is the sort of dog who would follow her master anywhere. She is not. Having known that devotion, this little sprite is a poor substitute. A burden, rather than a companion. And so it goes. Soon, the family will join me, and my burden of solitude will be lifted. But for now, any simple act that helps, helps. Purple floors. Perhaps it will start a trend.