New York 1922
It was the noon hour, the time for protection.
I was wearing my favourite apricot
cloche hat, everything seemed just perfect;
it was all about the light. The light and
the moment the light shone upon were both
golden, so all about me was glamour,
jewel-like, atmospheric, their colours
matching my Parisien hat and my mood.
I did not know that my image was being
captured; I would have protested but to
be painted thus did thrill and move me in
an equal measure. On that day in New
York in 1922, when he and
I took tea together, we became as
one, isolated in our togetherness.
The crowd receded and time paused for me,
so that in its stillness I could no longer
fear my past or worry for my future.
I knew somehow, from that golden day on,
there was only ever going to be the now.
This week's Magpie Tale. See more here.
The fine painting is by Edward Hopper.