Art Attack

originally posted: 11/06/01

Brought to you by yours truly. Have you ever been stunned into silence by the sight of something beautiful or moved to tears by a piece of music? Ever swooned over the smell of baking bread or the taste of it, still warm enough to melt the butter? Ever squished Jell-O through your fingers when no one was looking? That's an art attack: the intrusion of something splendid into an otherwise ordinary day. Be on the lookout for these sneaky little moments.

I had one this morning. I normally don't drive eastward in the morning, as my office lies west of home, and I normally am not out and about before 7:00 a.m. But today I had to head the other way to get to a before-work dental appointment. (No cavities, thank you very much.) As I rounded a curve on 35W, there on the horizon squatted the rising sun. It reminded me of a persimmon for some reason, which is very odd because my daily life is generally empty of persimmons and references to them. But that's what the sun looked like, all bloated and reddish and juicy-looking in the haze. Now I have a sweet/tart memory to make my mouth water the rest of the day.