I almost fell over when I first saw her, of course I’d had a few but I know how to hold my whiskey thank you. It was dark, and she was all lit up by the outside light, just like an angel. I could not believe someone that pretty was living next to me on the farm. I was going to ask her out you know, but up until last night I barely got in a “hello” and a “goodbye”.

Her creative passion reminds me of the past and I don’t know if that’s good or bad, or whether it even matters. I think I probably will ask her if she wants to get a drink. She looks like she could use one and it’s not like I’ve got anything to lose.