“October 12th 2007,
Dear Diary,
This evening I felt the soul of the world speak to me for about two minutes. Everything natural had become exaggerated, explosive, exciting to my senses. The flowers, natural lighting, a nearby dog and a dark-grey sky trying to decide its place between rain and night time, a fresh mid-green grass with sooo many light flies, looking as though the grass lining the road became lit runways. Blinking and flickering all in a fading evening. The coconut trees looked even more welcoming, my sneakers against the pitch reminds me of some extensive journey, the razor grass standing straighter than usual. All in a fading light. No shadows and I silently think to myself that my body seems to be glowing, illuminated by the growing darkness, ironically. Then she spoke in a breeze, lightly, then more strongly against my face, against my chest, till I close these eyes, inhaling everything around me, smiling (probably stupidly- the neighbour might think) in approval. I slow my steps down because my house is right there, and so in trying to delay time, I walk even more slowly, taking in her last few words. I look down my street and recognize how dark it has become, then to my house, where my dog runs out barking, though I were a stranger. I stood at the gate, looking at him, him at me with an easing approach, then I enter.
Too many British breezes have made me cold-hearted towards him, he came to mind too. It was one of those single moments that had so much in them. Truly I felt it. A universal conspiracy to put me back to my rightful place of thinking…”
