I originally thought of titling this piece as a muse of some sort; after all, the lady looks eerily similar to the angel in "Serenity in Solitude"...Yet, I thought to myself, "What is a muse". A muse doesn't have to be a person, a thing, or an environment. Each person has a muse, and that muse is scattered through all the hidden bits and pieces of a "boring, drab life". It's only when we learn to view the world around us with infinite curiosity and wonder that our muse comes to life. So relax, smell a flower, and try to live a little, if but for one minute in an hour :)