Fragments Gallery
A Breath of Wind
You see blue sky marked with an occasional cloud, puffy and white with no hint of grey. The midmorning sun warms you as you slowly sit up. Surrounding you is a seemingly endless field of green grass; grass that is swaying and rippling in the wind. You close your eyes for a moment and take a deep breath; the wind has carried the fresh aroma of lilacs to you. You open your eyes once more and look around; seeking the one whom you know is there. And there they are, sitting nearby amidst the grass. They look as perfect, as serene, as always, and you know that there is no one who could ever replace them, they're unique, special.
Your eyes meet. You reach towards them and they lift their hand, reaching towards you as you strain to reach them. Your fingers entwine. You both sit there for a moment, silently watching each other. You can feel the warmth of their hand, the faint wrinkles creasing their hand.
Then you blink.
And they're gone.
The feel of their touch fades from your fingers just as their warmth fades from your hand. Around you the grass continues to sway.
Only the memory remains as time continues to swirl by. Time, it's an endless torrent, a sea of emotion; a sea of thought. One question holds your thoughts.
What does it mean?