Don’t experience it, just observe it. It’s a warm light and it’s weaving itself in front of me, like a performance whose premiere and final show are one in the same, and only for my observation. It’s a humid cloud, a soft blurry wind, it sparkles just for me. I breathe in deeply and absorb particles that diffuse from it. I move in closer to look into each droplet and I realize that with the presence of us both, we reflect our lights onto each other and glow in this experience. My body moves in even closer and your cloud gently surrounds and embraces my skin, my mind is captivated, your essence warms my lungs in a bath of steam. It frees my mind for moments with no time and can I feel that sense of familiarity which I have only seen in connections between others. I want to step closer again, but the cloud seizes, “For your sake, don’t allow yourself to be pulled anymore into my gravity”. I reply, “You mean, like I did that one first time?” Its warmth, a passing experience, and right after, the presence dissipates, it’s cold now and there’s nothing. I want to know, did you regard me at all? Do you know I’m still here? An accidental souvenir, my cloud attached some of its glittering particles onto me forever; on my skin, in the pathways of my mind, in my spirit. Does it know I stole some of it’s droplets? Sometimes, I wonder if these leftover pieces are still conscious of me, if we still experience each other like we did. I imagine I’d have found clarity in its full reflection, but maybe with just these pieces, I can create something new.