A Firefly Flew By

Imagine a crystal ball.
Imagine a dark, foggy crystal ball.
Imagine it on the floor of an empty room-
A tiny room with wooden floors,
Bluish-white lime walls and big, square windows;
Paintings on easels; all shrouded in shadow,

Imagine a tree rustling against the walls,
Imagine its branches spread outside the square windows.
Imagine stars twinkle behind the branches;
A wind-chime tinkling next to a  window;
Bundles of old, dusty letters stacked in a corner,
Pictures of happy memories; all hidden in the dark.

Imagine a crystal ball.
Imagine, inside, your palace.
Imagine your city of spires, myth and magic sprawling around it-
A city made of sandstone and mud or marble and Orichalcum;
Boasting of awe, beauty and fantasy,
Pristine carvings and sculptures; all unseen in the blindness.

Imagine you being sad.
Imagine you being curious.
Imagine you hoping you could see it all.
A desire to live that moment fully.
Being intrigued about every story the room has stored,
Pondering over what you may see.

Imagine that a window was left open.
Imagine that a cool Summer breeze swept into the room-
Imagine the faint petrichor in the late Summer winds-
A firefly coming in through the window.
Briefly then, another. Another. Another. Another and another.
Photon after photon, filling the room- fireflies.

Imagine the faint glow of their tail.
Imagine the tepid bulbs turn the bluish-white walls faintly yellow.
Imagine the dim firelight blazing through the crystal ball-
A golden sun paints the sky- setting behind the towering spires of your city;
Bit by bit, the embers show you the dusty letters in the corner- waiting to be read again; and
Paintings on easels show themselves to be all shades of blue, green and white.

Imagine the pictures looking back at you.
Imagine the pictures had the best;
Imagine they were those that made you happiest-
All the pictures shedding light on your memories like the fireflies and the wall.
Beauty and warmth, petrichor, calm and bliss- fireflies lighting your face up, twinkling in your eyes.
Probably this is what you would have felt if you saw her walk by, today!

A firefly flew by, today.
She left a trail that my thoughts couldn't help but follow.
A firefly flew by, today.
She was beautiful!