I am like those insects

     I am like those insects that you discover when, still very early in the morning, they are attached to the tiny stalks of herbs, waiting for the sun to inject a little heat into their cold wings so that they can abandon their lethargy and begin to flutter through the fields in a new day.

     Fran, I need some time, when I get up, to warm up my fingers and my brain and take the brush.

     Y. a.

     Mary