Conversations with Bob - Smoke
Well really steam. I set a cup of steaming coffee in front of my Dad.
Bob, "Look at that smoke! Isn't it beautiful. Look at the way it swirls, and curves, its movement. It's fantastic!"
My father, Bob, has the kind of dementia that makes him a time traveler from the 1950's. At ninety he has no short term memory. Consequently it is like hanging out with someone who sees the world as a futuristic, amazing place. Luckily, he sees beauty everywhere.