Searching the faces of those that moved about her, it seemed as if time were somehow slowing down, for the limbs and voices that had been in constant motion were beginning to lose their zest. As a cool breeze blew her locks of hair this way and that, they spilled before her eyes, and as they danced with a life of their own, the crackle of electricity filled her ears louder than thunder. Digging her fingers into Bertie’s coat of fur, beneath her feet she could feel the Earth’s rotation grinding to a halt. It was as if future and past were aligning themselves with her current position, for inside her chest she felt not only the beat of her heart but the beat of all the hearts she had ever filled up with her strange and tender love. Blinking away the hair that moved as if guided by some heavenly puppeteer in the oily sky above, she breathed out the air in her lungs as she regained her vision. In this ordinary yet mystical parking lot that housed a travelling fair, she found herself frozen to the spot, for it was there that she saw him, and as their eyes met for the first time in several years, the world and the universe beyond existed solely in their gaze.
A Journal for Damned Lovers UK
A Journal for Damned Lovers US
Categories: Lucid
Author S. K. Nicholas 
The feeling you’d described is very intense, it’s from how you realized that you’d made a differences in the lives of others.
Making that difference to others is what we should invest in with all we have 🙂
Lovely piece, and I agree about making a difference.
Thank you- on both counts! 🙂 x
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