A Distant Glow

I keep seeing it, off in the distance. Colors glowing in the dusky sky.

Through this mist and rain some light refracts, bringing color to the muted landscape. It calls me forth.

I make my way, misty fields in the morning sun. The drivers jockey for position, forget to acknowledge other beings on this ribbon of tar, then remember.

Each one a reminder. An opportunity. Another chance to remember. Another reason to forget. Some necks bend, some hats come to hearts, some crowns fall.

Reasons dim as essence grows. One bloom short of a bouquet. An invitation to blossom. Enough light and water to emerge. One small window, the right combination of things in the same space.

A spark

Within a dream is a story. Within a story is a dream. Repeating patterns, visual repetitions, the echolalia of a costume, the imitation of a life. Calls out. Replies.

One attempt. And then another. One here, some there. Clusters. Coincidence. Something new emerges. Someone calls it forth. Someone else watches as another answers the call.

Ring ring

Who’s there?

It’s me. I just wanted to say hi

I’m back!