Picture, if you will, two young lovers trying to wedge a large painting into the trunk of a Mazda Miata in Key West. I had to have that painting, and would stop at nothing to get it.
Nevermind that it didn’t fit in the car; forget that there would be difficulty flying it back to Texas. The point was that it spoke to me of the life Max and I would have in Florida: Afternoons driving through the countryside, winding through the groves and pastures, down to Coral Gables or Mizner shopping areas and small beach towns.
The sky of the Florida key beach – particularly over the aqua water – was slightly violet. Inland, it was a puff blue with a blue-green tint. The skies that Max and I would live under would turn grayish when it rained, then immediately become sunny and light. We would cruise through beach towns with his friends and sit on verandas with tropical drinks.
We would pass by groves and cows lazily grazing in the marshes next to ponds.
We would buy a house with clerestory windows and a tile roof. There would be pool parties under an umbrella with free-flowing wine and beer. Ducks would come visit us every morning from the spillway. My garden would consist of herbs, landscape flowers, and orchids.
We had to take the painting back into the gallery after all because we could not fit it into the car with two people. I had it sent to my apartment in Texas. But Max forgot about it and never saw it again.
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