Perfectly red

The world is perfect but takes some getting used to.

Not a thing's missing.

The bookmark stays in the book precisely where the reader's left it.

Bach's Cantatas have been written.

Mercifully, the poetry reading lasted only twelve minutes and the poet did not feel compelled to explain the poem before reading.

Sunlight is paying attention to the trees.

Someone unhappy gets to hold a baby.

The artist awakes, hungry for the color red, and starts to paint a bunch of tomatoes piled haphazardly on a handmade plate.