I wrote this yesterday. Cross my heart. But I got busy rewriting my synopsis so it never made it on the blog until now.
March 21 & 22--Peter Paul Rubens, A Peasant Dance. In spring everyone is happy to see the sun again, to feel its warming rays on an upturned face. Trees and bushes sport swollen buds and the grass pushes up pale yellow-green blades that feel like velvet underfoot. The music of courting songbirds carries the warmth softly on its notes making people smile. In the tree at the end of the country lane Piero sits astride a branch playing his flute. Young people from all over the neighborhood are drawn out to dance in the sun and weave themselves together with music and spring.
It's not very long, but it's pretty dreadful. Sleep well.
--Barbara
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