impossible violet

 

Rain pattered upon the window of the room I sat in;

You were here the year before,

Now I take your place alone.

Late at night with the dim glow of the lamp beside me,

I rose and moved towards the window.

I unlatched the old European lock, and pushed them open softly.

A wave of pure bliss and peace ran through me:

the sky was a collision of lilacs and plums,

the rain heavy but soft,

the thunder melodically rumbled in the distance,

and the lightning lit the world as though it were day again.

It was brighter than any I’d seen before, moving in impossible formations throughout the sky. It illuminated the entire landscape in an almost blinding white, and great branching veins fractured the darkness.

The rain caressed the leaves of the fruit trees in the garden, and they swayed beneath the weight, their leaves glistening like glass.

The heavens above me - I could not take my eyes away - purple like no purple existed before. A thousand shades must have bled together. I wondered whether such a colour could even exist anywhere outside that moment.

I stayed here for some moments, my hand perched on the sill as I leaned forward,

so that I could drink, drown, in the beauty I was witnessing.

Even now, I am close to tears, remembering the utter astonishment I felt at the world.

How am I alive? How am I witnessing this perfectly impossible moment? How can there be so much beauty in the world? And I am a part of it?

After years of pain, I was renewed.

I had never felt so fortunate to be alive.

The universe was speaking to me, and I was listening,

like a child hanging onto every word of a bedtime story.

And I got the most perfect moment I have ever experienced.