(by brianoldham)
She likes color, she likes bright things and lovely things. She likes beautiful things above her or below her because so few people really think to look up or down without a reason and they feel like they’re all her own, her and the few special people who study all around them. And sometimes she points them out, because everybody deserves beautiful things and she doesn’t always want to keep the lovely things to herself. Sometimes she likes to share, to watch other people look in amazement and joy and wonder. Sometimes sharing the feeling makes it more vibrant, more consuming, makes it stay longer.
Today has been cold and rainy and the sky is still beautiful, but so many people look unhappy, and she wants to change it.
So when the rain stops, she leaves her umbrella up and she concentrates on the umbrella, she concentrates on beauty and color and amazing things.
She trails them behind her as she walks, balloons floating into the sky, and she watches people’s faces as they come out of her umbrella.
She doesn’t need to turn around to see the beauty in this, she can see it in other people”s eyes, widening in wonder and laughing at the brightness, and she smiles as bright as anyone watching.
