imagine

Imagine an evening filled with light so perfect that it almost defies description. Light muted and soft. Nothing harsh to distract or glare. Bright enough to really see, but dim enough to create shadows with imagined things.

Imagine a green so rich that it is almost unreal. A green that could only be alive. A green only seen in spring (or, perhaps, Ireland).

Imagine water. Deep. Still. Water. Reflections of a landscape trapped within. Home to insect, fish, and bird life.

Tonight, I did not have to imagine.