mind travel

Not long ago, when the moon was just a crescent sliver in the western sky, I was out in the back yard wishing on a falling star (ends up it was a satellite), when I realized that I had not put in adequate time at my favorite lake in the Uinta mountains, called Hidden Lake, and for those of you that know I’m bluffing,  I’m calling it Decoy Lake. Nonetheless and while I was further reflecting on my last trip there, the memory of the cool crisp pine scented breeze blowing across my sun warmed scalp while standing there on the edge of the lake, its ripples, so intensely reflecting the setting sunlight that it appeared like suspended diamonds, and to the lens of my camera, magical accents of bokeh, I could not remember my password. Talk about an escape!

Bokeh life.

Her reading began instantly and subtley as a cozy spot in the sun was procured.

When suddenly and magically they appeared; just a short distance away, as if summoned simply by thought, as her reading took her into a world of fantasy and fiction, small yet brillant glimmers of light, or was it "life".

For the most part, in the beginning, except for one, they kept their distance. They, the "life" were seemingly sensitive to motion and sound, or perhaps just a break in concentration on the part of the reader.

Further stealing herself from her surroundings reading deeper into the pages of her book these small life like glimmers drew closer and more brilliant as if to assist her, the reader, into deeper more realistic realms of her story.

The plot thickens, the story line intensifies, the characters taking on personalities and traits that she, the reader, can so intimately relate to, the events growing more realistic,

...closing the gap of time lines of hundreds of years, creating a strong sense of time travel.

My presence is again noticed, the distraction pulls her back, momentarily, to my world.

But not completely, as observed by a single glimmer of light spilling out from the pages of her book.

The End ...or is it?