Molly took her juice and immediately took her morning pill. It had beren ingraned into her every day so it was reflex more than memory.
"Thanks." She called after Mason as he left. "I have some pictures of paintings, which is rather odd, to take pictures of paintings." Molly mused for a moment. "I have some that are realism, but lately impressions bubble up, and they make me feel things strangely. People seem to like them best."
Molly looked to a window. "I'll paint the blue and the deep, and you will warm your insides and skin. It'll be a good day. You'll see. Rock concert tonight. More dancing, and music to make us soar. We can ride those tides as well, have the songs hold us up."