ARTQUEST TRAIL #11 entry for artchallenge.

Optimism!
I could still feel the cool that water brings as it streamed down my face. Another splash from the faucet should do the trick. I opened my eyes to stare at the mirror but I didn't exactly see a reflection of me.
Optimism.
I know that darkness and loneliness lay behind me but I'm not out of the storm yet. With garment and parasol I move on only to thread on the narrow. I will not spread my attention to the enticing monuments around because the hurt and wasted time have been piled too high.
Optimism.
My mind has become as tranquil as an undulating field sparsely littered with trees. At the forefront sits my destination! Some of my carnality influenced this image I now worship but the main directive still paramount all other fancies. Is it that I'd one day be clean enough for her or that my latter days will host many a sexual encounter!?