Under a Magritte Sky

"The sky is like a Magritte painting," she said. "How so?" he queried while turning to look at her lying next to him on the grass. Golden highlights lit up her hair and he imagined he saw a halo resting above her brow. "It's the exact same blue and cloud style he uses in all his paintings. It's like a Simpsons sky." "Are you comparing Magritte with the Simpsons?" The halo disappeared, replaced with a faceless Homer Simpson in a bowler hat. "No," she replied leaning over to lay a gentle kiss on his lips. He closed his eyes smiling.