And the Color Fades...

Nothing is here. Everything is there. Encapsulated in the all-consuming construct put into place by the soul-sucking wilds of flashing image and fleeting video, the very color of life dims into a flicker.

Color that once wafted throughout the locale in an enchanting aroma. Color that buzzed into the ear’s drum. Color that rolled over the body in electrifying touch. Color that lit up the horizon as if illuminated with neon. Color that danced on the palate of flavor.

It is now drained, fully absorbed by the pocket’s technological prison prism. The nose now oblivious to the sweet scents of the surroundings. Ears overwhelmed by implanted pods humming the rat-a-tat of fabricated ballads. The skin numb to touch with the mind in another realm. Eyes permanently glued to the trappings of meaningless media. The tongue and its robust buds ignored over the histrionic lure of millions of programs residing in the device.

That device. Are the gallops and leaps of the tame and wildlife alike not enough? When did the towering towers bursting with activity or the simple sway of the foliage become an unacceptable perception? Why must we drown ourselves in the meaningless while gasping for air of the meaningful?

A moment. A single moment. A forgotten umbrella in the literal raining from the dimmed sky is all it takes to awaken the primal senses. As the drops fall from the sky, so does the immense threshold of the tightened grip from the device. Stashed away from harm’s way along with its accompanying ear-prison pods.

Dashes and leaps through the plunging water come to a sudden halt as admiration and acknowledgment take over the conscious. The fresh dew of the weather instantly overtakes the nose with earthy undertones. The pattering crashes find their way to the ear. The spherical liquid dances and rolls over the skin. Eyes now set on the constant stream of Heaven’s tears. And, finally, with a protrusion of the tongue, the water ignites the dormant buds again.

And the color brightens anew.