Today I lay in an orb of sun that decided to join me in my room. I was listening to some soft piano music, and then when I opened my eyes, three hours had gone by, and the globe of light had deepened into a dusty rose-gold and had moved elsewhere.
I gazed at the hazy dusk hues waltzing around the room, every inch of the wall, ceiling, and carpet their personal dance floor. Rose and indigo held each other close, and I lay in the shadow of vermillion and violet while they wove a tapestry of emotion above my head.
Watching the twilight crescendo into this dance of colors and then slowly meld into the night electrified every molecule of air with a sort of limerence almost, and it was so beautiful that while I know there was a philosophical life metaphor wiggling and singing in its own dance behind the curtain of colors, I was too entranced to think about much else--I was stitched into the tapestry.
It was just a really beautiful moment.
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