19/07/2021

The expanse was inky, so inky that it looked as if you could grab it. It would run down your hands like syrup, sticking to every indent, staining it with the memory of the stickiness. The syrup would invade every pore of your skin, leaving its presence known .

The expanse was neither blue, nor purple, nor black but a mixture simply called darkness. Such a darkness was reminiscent of spilt ink on paper, or the ocean at the dead of night undisturbed by the presence of an audience.

The expanse had an accomplice in the barely-there white and golden specs. The specs that glistened as though they were diamonds under a spotlight, each waiting their turn for the spotlight. Their likeness compared to that of a mirror ball-every spec had their moment, each wanted each other to shine.

The amount of specs would cause an average audience to go into a state of disquietude. But as their eyes swept across them all they felt was ataraxy, a state of sereneness.

As if a cold bucket of water poured over them, they returned to the moment. The snap and crackle of the burning wood and sounds of distant joy and piano washed over them. Reminding them of where they were. The coolness of the grass has seeped through their jacket soothed the burn from the alcohol. Their brain a little fuzzy and warm. The breeze from the magnolia tree above them aided in cooling the burn on their skin, sticky from sweat.

And as they looked over at their friends dancing with pure joy and no grace. Shoes slipping and creating patterns in the dirt and grass, the occasional shriek emitted from someone’s mouth, they remembered that yes, everything will be alright. And as that one person made their way over they asked themselves

“Is this all there is?”

And as if the wind had spoken directly to them, a reply was heard.

“Yes , and there is so much more that won’t matter in twenty years. But right now is not one of those moments. Get up, embrace this moment with style and no thought attached, do. Do because nothing matters.”