Sunshine of my life

Yesterday was supposed to be just another weekend. We had no plans....there was nothing to do. At the most, we would have met over dinner. Instead, it ended up being a better-than-before weekend.

A long, long time ago, I can still remember, a small piece of paper and a few flakes of sugar ignited a million thoughts and put into motion less than a thousand actions. Feet moved, eyes roved, brains swirled and tongues turned. And this was just me.

Many months later, yesterday, the small cubes made way into the system once again. Eyes roved, feet moved, arms flayed and the entire shrunken space began to contract into this one lil' person in front of me.

Sunshine - warm, cosy, nice, comfortable, and sweet.

My lil' sunshine on sunshine. Happy and composed. A ripping trip through tunnels, funnels and a maze of roads lit up with dazzling neon rays.

Fountains sprouted. Spirals diverted downward.

In the arm-wide expanse of state and the delicate stone about to tip it over, notes ringing through it brought to life the tink spocks floating all around. Fingers reached out to touch them. Then, the notes stopped.

An hour later, things weren't all the same.

Music is so important. It facilitates the careful passing-over of sanity though the zipping vortex of colours, senses and all that one can feel, being a part of the Great Wide Open.

It's been a good one. Just that. Good.

Next time, I guess we reach the highest point.

"If you think you're dying, don't believe yourself....nothing's wrong....don't worry...it's just some bad acid flowing around..." - Spokesperson at Woodstock (1969)