it takes a second when i peek through the lens to focus on the comet , but then there it is . my father is a child therapist and my mother is a surgeon . a businessman looks up at the paintings above the bar and sees all these things pictured and thinks , jesus , this is some place ! yes , soon , the shadow said , sounding amused at their alarm . his tongue brushes mine , and i push myself harder into him . it was the first color that came to mind . 