watercolor

While I was waiting for the doctor to come into my exam room today, I happened to glance up at a  painting.  It wasn't a terribly  good painting; offices and waiting  rooms tend to all have that same muted, inoffensive water color  scheme.   In any other situation,  I probably wouldn't have even given it a second look, but for  some reason I couldn't stop  staring at it. The water, the  cobblestone path with a ledge  looking out into the river, the sky - I just couldn't put my  finger  on why I was completely  fixated on this B-grade painting.  And then it hit me.

painting in doctor's office

View of the Delaware River at my grandparents

They really don't look that much  alike, I realize.  I don't even  know how I made the leap from the  painting to the memory --- My grandparents lived in a condominium community that sat right against the Delaware River.  We would walk over to this little jetty and stare at the way the sun drew lines all over the river. 

I hadn't pulled up this memory in probably decades.  

I am a firm believer in signs and things happening for a reason.  If you know me at all, you know this to be true.  And this painting, in this room, at that moment was exactly perfect.  Angles and protecting from above and all that watercolor stuff.