waking dream

A sudden wave of colour, amber, crimson, gold, sea-green, blue swept over Lohbado as he sat on a balcony with cats and enjoyed late afternoon. The brief moment would soon be forgotten, along with just about everything else. It felt strange to wake up for an instant, to gaze at changing forms, to experience sensations, then to sink back into discursiveness or daydream. The vivid, flickering instant of noticing colour and form was refreshing. Smile, let go. Are you awake or dreaming?