The Palette

Why couldn't I hear an account of the legend of the Flying Dutchman instead of Wagner's opera? 

 For over two hours- frustrated, bored, and bothered.

Sitting there, blaming myself, I thought, 'Love isn't an analyzed experience. Stop thinking and just witness it'. 

But, there was no gaining access to such pleasure.

 When the Opera sans intermission was over, I found myself on the street thrown against a brick wall of milk chocolate. Evening saved. Bravo, Chocolat! Encore, Chocolat!