Picture these words: Neon dust clouds ring in a pair of shadows, a girl and her dog. Close by, an approaching tornado of pastel teals and cyber pinks. A star-filled duke sky surrounds the cornflower moon. Onyx grass holds the scene over it. The girl’s smoke dress dances with the commanding gusts, yet she blandly leans and tilts along.
The delighted graphite dog barks in pure ecstasy at the girl. He hyperventilates, tongue out. Running to the field was no walk in the park, but he treats it as if it is when there’s a color storm.
The girl’s hands hover high above her head, grasping at the sky as the tornado nears. Her hopes are to touch the shades of every color, to understand the nature of beauty.
By Amber Black