Colors

Sometimes...when the sun sets, when the reds and golds of the sky blends together, I see wonders flowing in my head. I imagine worlds beyond the stars, and legends of times far away from my reach.

The bus was rattling over the rocky roads, passing through sicky air. The seats were mostly empty, but warm and filled with scents. I pressed my cheek against the rusty window, staring blank at the grey skies, which remained dim, as dust.
They seemed to be endles. Those dull roads and expanding suffocation, like a net spread to deepest waters, which sank and descended, wishing to take something deserved, but vanished in time.
Colorless was my name. To me the earth was like ancient movies, black and white, grey and dark. I see the moutains and clouds, but couldn't bellieve in green or blue. I have not the ability to picture the wonderous twilight, or flowers in lover's hands. All I knew and admired, were daffodils swirling in fall. Beautiful and tender, in the prettiest color I ever knew.

Rain started gently. Drops of mist land on clear glass, then split into tiny petals.I watched them dance, and imagined the color of rain. Soon it was pouring. The scene blurred quickly and became splashes in my ears. The melody of rain echoed faintly, and faded away while I dozed off. Couldn't remember what I dreamed, but I saw thick mist covering my eyes, smelling of ash, silent as winter oceans.

Someone tapped my arm, with fingers warm and sort. I then set eyes upon the most beautiful gentleman ever seen, smiling mysteriously. He had hair tangling down his neck, as dark as moonless nights. His eyes were like stars which fell from nowhere, gazing fire.
The stranger took his hat off, and nodded like a swan. " I beg your pardon," The young man had a voice of tender, whih is similiar with the melodies of fall. I shook my head, too fascinated to talk, but words streamed their way out.
" Who are you? Where did you-"
He smiled. " I am a salesman from far away. I sell what people want." I was astonished, and the skies were still dark then. It must be real, for then sticky warm air was streaming in my skin, and the window felt like ice.
" I don't want, or need anything,sir..." The young salesman cut me short with his eyes, pleading and strong. Fire was burning tenderly inside.
" Every one has desires, so do you. I can sell them at a...very reasonable price." he flickered a smile. I couldn't actually believe, but his words seemed somehow persuative.
The beautiful gentleman reached in his leather coat, which seemed to be made of some unknown material, smooth and heavy, and remembered me of the calmest sea. He had sat down, pulled a little piece of glass out, lovingly stroked it, and handed it to me. It was in the shape of nothing but broken glass, raw and with no appeal. However, in the second I touched it, all sorts of feelings swarmed to my chest. I saw the winds and storms, mountains and clouds, the moon and sunlight...Of all fantasies, I saw colors. Colors that I could never name, but as exciting as dreams. The comforting touch of the cool hills, the enchanting enthusiasm of the sun, and colors which smiled, which were like desperation, and like love.
I closed my eyes and felt for more, but it suddnely vanished. Beside me was the grinning salesman, gazing at me, as a father may look at his only child. He beamed, and slowly explained:
" This is a lost piece of the rainbow, from the treasures of the past, from the dreams of the blind. It is, of course, a wonder which contains al colors. With it you will be able to understand the charm of nature."
I was far too amused to speak, with my mind still wandering in that fascinating world. Suddenly I was back to the suffocating, hot bus seat. The black and white young man felt the glass with care, and put it into his coat. we were then passing through a dry, windy desert, where the bus rattled more than ever.