It was the perfect blend of colors. Blue, purple, orange, red, yellow; all splashed against a mild background drawing figures as they went. The mystic scent was over powering, intoxicating almost. The magical smoke made swirling patterns around her, as she opened her eyes to witness the impossible sight. There were balloons high up in the air. Pink. She hated the color, but today she devoured the scene.
The blue butterfly chased her, as she ran giggling around the stream of fuchsia flowers. The color rubbed off on her skin as she galloped from color to color soaking in the moment. There was this drizzle of pure dew that flowed on her, wanting to erase all her fears. And it all left, like an aftermath, disappearing into nothingness. It felt cold, but nice. There remained a rainbow thrown around the light blue sky like a marathon of colors. It was all so bright and she laughed loud thinking about her black and white theory. It did not hurt her to admit that she was wrong. It felt liberating. Clear headed, she witnessed the spectacle refusing to blink.
The clouds suddenly bloomed around her and a million fireflies lit her halo. She felt light. Very light, like as though the burden has been lifted off her heart. Her mind was beating and her heart was listening. Has life always been this good? Did she refuse to see it? A string quartet appeared around her playing soulful music almost like an answer to her queries. She was perplexed. Stunned. In front of her appeared the face. The most familiar face. It did not sting her this time. She still felt love, but that didn't clasp her. It made her breathe easy. Easy to look away.
As she turned back, she saw a huge mirror. It was surrounded by sun flowers and bumble bees. The thousand yellow flowers stood out bright and so did the thousand within the mirror. It was fascinating as she gaped at the sight. She heard faint music. A violin? No, it was a cello. Smooth, sharp and beautiful. She was suddenly distracted by a face in the mirror. The face that was now smiling at her.