Living my dream...

If it wasn't for that light stream of water getting mischievous on my window pane, making psychedelic patterns and beckoning me to a world behind them, I would've never not noticed the beauty that lay before my eyes. It was at that moment that a picture just emerged forth, leaving behind its linear dimension that I had easily managed to ignore everyday. A whole galaxy of lights moving together on a crescent plain in a 'collectivness' like that of a large group of people moving in a candle-light vigil. Or the sparks that fly in tandem as a firework bursts into luminosity. And slowly I transcend out of being an audience to being right amidst the scene. I could hear music flowing around me and I noticed the sea of amber lights blinking like they were Christmas decorations. I tilted my head and rested it lightly on the window...the little drops of water adding a sense of humor to the whole picture by distorting some of the shapely lights to look drunk and by reflecting others to make them a mirror image. It made me smile. I looked ahead and saw that the scene was fading into the mist and so was I. As I traveled further, I was guided by signs that appeared like they were suspended in mid-air, looking back I could only see the curtain of pale haze descend into the space that I filled just moments ago. I was not tempted to pick up speed, nor could I. This wave I was in, was not in a hurry. But its not like everyday. I am in a rush every time I journey this road, for the travel is long and it is filled by the monologue of the radio. I hardly notice the sway of my body with each turn, the wind that strokes past me, the colors of the sky pallet, the nature in its order and through creativity...but today, its different. I sipped at leisure the splendor served to only those who linger away in their thoughts and surrender to a day-dream....today was a traffic jam on a rainy day. But today, its different.