A Conversation
Nov 30 2012

I guzzle the images, transfixed. He calls them, spaces.

Our conversation begins.

Me: The light. Architect: The light. Me [Walking, prancing.] Architect [Standing, smiling.] Me [Fingertips brushing against the wall.] Architect [An opening.] Me [Hardly forming a sentence]: Ah. Architect [The sound of a smile, followed by its expression.] Me [Arms across the walls. The wall, warm.] Architect [Walking up, her hand on my right shoulder. The hand, warm.]

The lines the shadows the light. The moment surrounds me as I breathe. I am happy to be alive, to have been here.

Dear architect, thank you.

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