She stands awash in orange glow, while patterns move across her face. Her eyes glisten as they threaten to spill forth both tears of joy and of sadness. The image haunts me and it follows me to my dreams. In my dreams I behold below me a sea of colors.
Tiny pebbles reach toward the horizon and beyond.
Were I to pick one up and place it to my tongue I would undoubtedly taste the bitter and sweet of fruit. Above me is a cloudless sky that is awash in the same Technicolor orange as the fair Gabrielle. For reasons unknown, the sky has a sense of finiteness toit. The result is unnerving and surreal. I long to dive into the sea of colors - to taste its flavors, feel its texture and to drown in its endlessness, for I know that within this sea lies profound happiness.