A thoughtful sweet female face, gaze lost among delicate patterns of fragrant humidity on the window panes.
She smiles because beyond that humid window shines her friend the sun. Her gaze is illuminated by warm rays that warm the heart.
You do well to smile because that glass does not exist.
Beyond light melodies like little clouds in an autumn sky about to open up in a warm smile.
Fragrant melodies with colors à la Brian Wilson, pocket-sized baroque pop arrangements sprinkled with powdered sugar, sunshine pop, light exotic sitar smiles, bossa nova hooks, I think of Love, easy lounge jazz à la Bacharach, flowers in the hair and a smiling immense lavender sun.
Smile Margo. That glass does not exist, the world is within you.