Having not seen your portrait in a little while… I glanced—seared, and dimensionally transported… a glow leapt through my body that imprinted me to my very chakras—prana that was so warm and fine, I couldn’t fully understand it’s origin (you being so far away and me being so vague in my interpretative terminology)… but, I was sunk in an ocean of jelly left out in the sun after an afternoon picnic… unlocked to the light in a soft, poised, and delicate manner, as if I were actually film awaiting your unique impression—true cosmic repleteness… forever changed by a meaning that was always happily one step ahead of me… I capitulated to the moment like solid to liquid, lost to found, like a peony lifted up towards the sun… and said yes to life, yes to the confusion and the loftiness of existential meaning, yes to joy that was so profound I could feel its velvety guise like the fuzziness of a patchwork blanket… I wrapped it around my newfound wholeness and wondered if this happened to everyone?  As if the cold were some kind of delirious epiphany thought up by those who had truly lost their minds… it was that way for a while… until I stepped out of the instant to think about it—but even then, I was lucky enough for days to feel the reverberations of your sapient light…