Aura

I awoke to thoughts of friends. I opened my eyes and looked up at the ceiling and smiled. It is seldom that I do that. So i pulled myself out of bed and proceeded to this place, this cyber-place where i spend so much of my time.

Here i found words. Someone else's words that worried me. So i called. We talked, we laughed, we shared moments that only we can share. The day had just begun and, already, my aura was bright with anticipation of the day.

I made my way to Libra's house and we visited her family. First, her grandmother. The house she lives in was afire with a sense of the supernatural. There was something beautiful, eerie, present in that place. I know Libra felt it. It didn't make my skin crawl, or shivers run up my spine. It made me smile. It was a memory, maybe. It was something that has no semblance of past or present or future. It exists outside time. Maybe it is a reminder for us. Maybe it is the remainder of an aura so strong, it never completely fades. There was history in those curved, old walls and those hard wood floors. There was love in every corner, every picture spoke volumes, every breath of air was a reminder of things past, of a love that does not slip away with time.

Somehow the day continued, my senses already on overload. We made our way to her mother's. Libra's sister greeted us and I smiled. I smiled because of her smile. Because I know the origin of it now and it still makes me unguarded, vulnerable. Libra and her sister and her mother and her grandmother. Their smiles are the same. They smile, not just with their mouths, but with their eyes. They dance a little, lighting up with the curve of their lips. Until today, I could only hypothesize.

After farewells we headed to Sarah's. The mundane was calling me. I had to go. Upon our arrival, though, my car was gone. It had been towed because of the snow removal. It was, at first, a frustration. But, hindsight being what it is, i understand it's necessity.

Libra brought me to work, and waited for me there until i was finished. A fellow teacher had brought her daughter and Libra made instant friends. Miss Scorpio's daughter is amazing. Her aura is intense and pure and beautiful. So much like her mother.

On the way home we went "shopping". It was more for her benefit than mine, and she certainly did have an experience. Those details are too graphic, even for me. Let's leave it as poetic as possible.

Pleasure comes in many forms.

Now i sit here, and my aura is blue. The blue of ice. The blue of nighttime. I can hear sleep. My reserve tank is gone and my mind is full to brimming with the emotions and thoughts and occurrences of today. And in the darkness of this room, my aura shines.

Things I learned today:
- Seeing the good in the bad is an excellent, zen idea. It's hard, but it's a nice idea.
- Pink is the new mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm