Oceans swimming with persons, bodies like dolphins shooting and slipping through the waters, skin absorbed on all sides by water, not touching nor merely surrounding, but united and binding to it. Waters gently bound upon the skin, soothing it, the molecules binding with it as circular bubbled H2O, yet slipping out as soon as the surface is passed and the skin exposed to the sun, or even a clouded sky, lets drop the waters trickling upon the sides.
Waving to the sun with smile upon the countenance, the sunlight visibly yellow, not white light, and shaded in hues of orange and this yellow, yet beaming brighter than the noonday, with emotion and comfort, exuding, vaporized, misty, hazed particles of feeling. It was a fire's color, rather than florescent light. A fire that burns like the Spirit within my soul, consuming all discomfort, not as a blaze, but as warmth, converting all disturbance, burning it away, embracing my heart from both sides, left and right, from the front, and even penetrating its core. Her hand waving back and forth, cute, joyful, and quick.