Morning in My Dreams

Would love to be in Europe right now. I want to sit and have coffee and watch a little village wake up. Smell and see and hear the day start. Of course there would be some decadent pastry on the table too, however I didn't want to tempt myself by painting that in. My reality however is hearing "Mom, what's for breakfast" and "Honey, where are my car keys" and hearing our dog bark at the neighbors. That is the wonder of art-it transports you to other places and times. Think I will now paint myself a palm tree to go sit under.