- Vol. 05
- Chapter 03
The Clouds and the Clearing
Sometimes, it is a pink cloud of gentle empathy. At other times, a billowing plume of red smoke leaves a trail on the street where our longing, our irritation, our passion, or our heated discussions once took up space. With every step, we leave behind clouds of presence, energy fields of color, and emotions that hang in the air. If potent enough, the potion clings to buildings, leaving an invisible film of discarded thoughts.
What if we cough up cobalt blue, when walking the same road where blame was tossed, like a badminton game? What if we inhale so much green envy smoke that the air itself becomes too polluted to breathe? What if we absorb what other people exhale?
The soft pink and the strident blue— the bold red and the preoccupied green all exist on the spectrum of aired emotions. We cannot always see what the spirit feels, but the body knows if it has walked through mire or a breeze. It is a wonder that we are not covered from head to toe in this paint that does not breathe. If not for the trees, lakes, leaves, and grass acting as living filters, we would be walking through thick molasses space.