Painting in the studio...
I decided to lay down all my favourite colors
In thick streaks on my canvas...
“You are the universe in ecstatic motion.” 
― Rumi

A phantom like form emerged from the fog by the shore
And headed towards me
Phantom or not, I need not fear
For she had a friendly smile plastered across her face
"Kool" she announced with a benevolent, jolly air about her
As she looked at what was a mere phantom of an initial sketch
"You got wet, huh?" I asked
Noticing what looked like frosty dampness on her hair
"Yah, I was smoking a joint by the water... you should smoke some before you paint" she kindly advised
" I am feeling high enough, thank you, from the smell of my oil paints.." I offered in kind..
She laffed and walked away... vanishing into the fog
As quickly as she had appeared in the first place...