June 10, 2008
I spun like a ballerina with my hands on the air and my feet tip-toed. I glided in mid-air for how long I'm not aware. Every time I moved, magic dusts sprinkled in the air. They glistened like stars in different colors. I can see the notes of the melody surrounding me. The trees and the flowers seemed to sway with glee. The night was deep yet everything seems so alive. Until golden rays peak from behind the mountain and the deep blue sky turned crimson yellow. Suddenly I, alone, bare-footed and torn, stood on rough earth facing the reality.