Friday, June 3, 2011
The Visitor, acrylic painting and accompanying very short story
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She was only there for a second and then she was gone. She turned to look at me. In her eyes I could see eternity, deep, calm, ageless and out side of time. The waves broke against the rocks and water full of moon light decorated the air like strings of glass beads. The life within her was also all about her. Even the ends of her hair and her clothing seemed to be alive.
Maybe the air is always alive but where she stood both a part of and a presence in her surroundings you could see that the air was alive.
She was pale, translucent almost. Like a pearl her face was smooth and slightly iradescent.
She was only there for a second. She turned to look at me. "He's gone!" she said. Then she looked at the stars and and disappeared. The surf still crashed and danced throwing glass beads into the air. Waving goodbye?
She was gone but her presence had changed things. I could feel everything humming with life, the earth, the air even the stones. Maybe the stars? I could feel the world singing. I stood staring into the deep blue of eternity feeling as well as hearing the song of the earth in the crashing of the waves and the roaring of the wind around me and I thought " I don't think any one is going to believe this..."