A light sunbeam tenderly touched my cheek and I suddenly had a feeling of “already felt”. I know, of course, it’s called “deja vu,” but in my case it’s like this: it seems I have already felt it once (in real life or in a dream, I am not sure) and now it emerged again. Unexpectedly, in the faint fragrance of the air, in the crystal azure of the spring sky, in the transparency of the sunlit sparkling snow and in the sounds of early birds, singing so indecisively yet so sweet and painfully promising. Promising something vague, but subconsciously familiar, something which can be hardly described by words, something reflecting inner thoughts and oddest dreams. It’s like looking at the picture many times and seeing the backgroud, the smallest details, but not the whole idea. The idea that makes the picture. May be it’s like with wine. When you have the first gulp, you enjoy a clear taste of some fruit – blackcurrent, peach or cherry… With the second gulp comes some tardy flavour – fire fume and fresh grass... It brings out reminisence of far away and long ago and at the same time the probability of novelity.
This feeling makes me see all the shades of any colour. Black? Fine! It’s secret passion and crazy desires; white – brightness and new chances;
This feeling makes me hear all the shades of any sound, sense all the flavours of any taste, and experience all the shades of any emotion...
What is it? Love? Life?