The Shelves were stocked with ORANGES and TURPENTINE....

On this icy and grey day....
the scent of ORANGES could be detected even from a distance...
The cold itself, somehow, made the oranges that much more INVITING....
That Citrus Aroma ....Heady ...
And yet...
as per usual.....
the TURPENTINE took its place on the center stage of her sojourn.......
For the turpentine was like blood for her....like AIR....
It literally THINNED the membrane ...the cartilage....
which had collected, yet again, in her mind's eye....
And of course,
as that "silver thread" of "Artistry"....of "Creation-ism"
was physically loosened by the onslaught of FIGURATIVE TURPENTINE...
(the "turp" having been CROWDING the CREATIVE CENTER)...
Ideas and Imaginings and STAUNCH, HARDY IMAGERY began flowing lovingly...
with free reign even,,,,,,,'
out from under the shackles of MOVING BOXES and other sundry PARAPHERNALIA....

And so it went.....
Winter was upon them.......