I saw you in this light, between the calm stability of blue and the fierce energy of red. I was young then and only knew your creativity, wisdom, dignity, your mystery and magic. Our coming together was rare, it had a special meaning, uplifting, calming. But there were times when you were too violet, too purple; irritable, impatient and even arrogant. Sometimes there was not enough color in you and you grew powerless and became a scarecrow of apathy. Except, I am told, you could be moody when you had the bottle. I did not know you long or well, but I knew you strong and warm, oozing imagination and the wisdom earned through living. I heard you were an artist, a fisher, a champion of Glima. I wish I knew you more.
Nobody can resist the triumphant smile of the person who knows that he will survive what seems to be destroying him.