Darkness and still. A moment of blindness, a moment of lightless. From floating oblivion, his eyelids slowly ventured itself. As fluid of silk curtains to barely soak light into vision, the wealthy lush of colors falls onto the subjects that bestow among him. The green that slither sooth to the eyes for how modest its hue speaks, conveyed its true testimony of honesty. The yellow to which light gleam, running at its gradient, determine its texture. Red as harsh as it collides onto the eyes reminds him of its paradox. Amidst the premature warmth that travels by the rays of the shy sun, filtered by sky’s cotton. Lay wide and far, blue transcends onto the mind at its epic that lingers across and above us.

As he stood still on the cushioned ground, none firmly in motion but the sloth bat of his eyelids, a cool caress grazed his skin. Its miniscule breeze evokes such calm and drew relief to his face. As he lightly raised his arms, outreached; succumbed at the running air passing between his fingers. The dry air tingles while peace mingled. A moment to hang on and cling by, for its indulgence is contrary to time.