Life is texture.
We might see it if we look.
Soft, nubby, smooth, coarse, mottled, velvety, wet.
Texture abounds all around.
Sometimes, you find yourself in a place that feels cold.
When under ice, you might commune with those people in your textured life who encourage, sympathize, or cajole. Sometimes these souls provide their company without much conversation.
Other times, without prompting, they meet your eyes as if to say, “Keep a stiff upper lip, kid–go forward with resolve.”
So you do!
You stand up tall, like the Goddess Ceres, an ironclad Deco-woman, towering above, a stunning image of clean texture and immortal strength.
She, too, reminds us all to go forward. As the Goddess of Agriculture, she whispers, “People, it’s OK to have carbs and enjoy yourself.”
Far away from that which troubles, images and textures of fun, spirit, and life surround us, especially here in Chicago.