«Pour le monde palpable, je suis seul. Mais je sais que vous êtes ici. Chez moi.»
A glimpse outside could reveal how grim it was: the rumble of leaves against the wind, the growl of wildlife, the blinding rays of sunlight. She couldn't hide, it was all around her.
She had come down to the living room, as usual, to spend a few hours contemplating what she considered a fascinating place– her home. This haven, a sacred place that she had carefully curated into an oasis, had served as her refuge from the outer world; a canvas to her creativity. A site turned into a venue of delicacy by all the exquisite antiques, plants and paintings she had placed.
Glancing attentively at all the items she had acquired, she felt a sense of pride looking at her environment. With her hand softly caressing the wall, she noticed the large window in the middle of the living room that conducted to the balcony– big, bright, bold. The light coming from this entry provided an air of embellishment to the whole place that sparked her attention.
She stood there –in silence– staring at this window that, for the first time, created an opening between her and the world– a new road she had never thought of taking.
And from this muted state of enlightenment, she saw it all: the green foliage, shaking as the air went through its small crevices, revealing its deep forest hues and inherent iridescence; the bright sunlight, shining over everything, painting the entirety of the landscape in a rich yellow that gently mutated into a strong orange. It was the first time she had noticed how big, how vast it was.
Suddenly, everything around her was imbued with multiple –almost endless– colors, spreading everywhere. The spectrum of which she was now being witness had turned into a desire. A deep longing for something her eyes had never experienced.
Soon, all her senses aligned. Her smell noted new fragrances; her touch was craving new textures. Now she could feel everything: the sudden brushstrokes, the pulsing lights. She turned around, as she was now hearing it clearly. It was pulling her.
Whatever this was, it took over her body and mind; she was now one with this desire, this chromatic presence.
She stepped outside, mesmerized by the scenario: the wind and the leaves dancing, the subtle tones of crimson emanating from the air, her soul reacting to how it all felt. She felt bold. There was a sudden impulse to wear it over her skin; make it her own. Be one with nature, her own way.
At that moment it was clear. The one thing she needed, she found it in herself. She had made nature –her own kind of nature– her home.