Thursday, February 11, 2016

Evoking Ascension

It all started when the snow fell.

That's when She realized the season had changed. It was summer a month ago, or so it seemed. She remembered herself blossoming and glowing in its warmth after the previous spring. But her fall had left her dazed and in many ways too weak. She died in the snow. Spring, like an angel, came and melted away the naïveté of her past. Now all that remained of her was someone sort of like the color blue: not too bold but just sure enough. 

"I think you are a cloud," She says.

He lifts a brow but doesn't say anything. She knows He thinks she's crazy, because She knows deep down that she is. We're all crazy for trying to change the world that's already constantly changing. But He doesn't say anything, and She loves him for that. 

He's a bigger boy than what She's used to. He was like staring into the parting sky; like a single beam of bright light into dilated eyes, He gently touched the soul and burned it at the same time. He often joined her there in that comfortable pasture, and She'd ask him questions about his last adventure and where he was off to next. 

It was a kind of Eden for them to stay for hours with backs to grass and palms to heaven. They didn't have to look at each other to know the other was there, they didn't have to speak unless they cared to, and they didn't have to answer to anybody but themselves. And so it went like this from summer to fall, and fall to winter. Until the day came when He disappeared...

He had mentioned that he would be leaving again. He loves the freedom of the sky but also comfort of the ground upon which they would lay. It is his time, they know, to journey ahead and out of reach. 

"I think I am a cloud too," says She. "A big blue cloud."

She stands to her feet for the first time in years and saw that He had not yet gone at all. He had been by her side, watching her from above, and waiting for her to rise.  A cloud is what He knows he is, and that she too is the same. A fog is just a cloud that has forgotten its call to ascension. She swears to never return to the earth again unless to reminisce; for they were created for horizons, and only occasional mists. All because they chose to rise above, they can now simply float away.