Today as I meditate, I think of Garbo. I see her image in my mind’s eye; recall the image from how I saw it as a young girl ….the mystery as seen through a black and white Warhol. and it turns into impressionist style —just bold black and white ….symbolic frozen in my minds eye

I see her as the 100 years of my Solitude 

repeated ….where will I be at that age

will I be 

what about that bridge