I dreamed that we were together again, our purple and yellow faces floating in the blue-painted sky. The same violin that played at our wedding was there, still inviting us to dance. That pony you loved, with the huge eyes and fluttery eyelashes, gazed at me in the old way – as if we were still in those glorious days before the sadness, before the avalanche of loss. Bold blue midnight sang of forever – soaring, swooping melodies that spoke of all the wonderful worlds we would explore. In my dream, everything had wings, everything was flying. We were together.

Can you see what I saw? You always could read my mind, why not my dream? Wherever you are now, maybe your sight is all encompassing, maybe you can see the magnificent whole – the limitless sky, the richness of the blue paint, our joyously floating figures, the violin weaving its magic. Maybe you can see the huge white moon, round and shimmering with light, swimming in the sky, dipping into the lake below. Maybe I am the moon in the sky and you are the reflection of the moon in the water. In my dream, everything had wings, everything was swimming, floating, singing, flying. We were together, we were forever.

“I painted my hands and my face blue, then was suddenly swept up by the wind, and started to fly in the infinite sky.” Somewhere I had heard these words in a beloved song inspired by a painting. Somewhere I too had seen the famous painting. Perhaps somewhere, somehow, I myself had painted it. Somewhere, someday the dream will come again and then again, each time more clearly. I will touch the infinite; I will learn to fly. And we will be together, in the world of dreams, the world of imagination, the world of flight. And this time, there will be no red rooster to announce the dawn.

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Greene M Wills
Greene M Wills(@greene-m-wills)
1 year ago

The memories through colours… how wonderful! I hope he really did see what she wanted him to see. I really liked it!

Bethany Brinson
Bethany Brinson(@bethany-brinson)
1 year ago

I so much enjoyed this poignant and evocative vignette, with its mindset of reminiscing, questioning, wondering, imagining, reinventing… I love the pervasiveness of words signifying color and movement, so profoundly fused by music and painting (two arts which are in the foreground of this scene). You’ve exquisitely woven these words to create a unique and captivating atmosphere. It was truly a delightful reading experience!

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Fuji
Fuji(@fuji)
1 year ago

A very intriguing story, Julie. What is the quote that begins the last paragraph? Tell us more!

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Eric Radcliffe
Eric Radcliffe(@eric-radcliffe)
1 year ago

Your love of music always shines through in your stories Julie, always very informative and interesting – Thank you.
The Rooster though. I like to think he is excited about what may lay in the day ahead! No pun intended ha, ha!

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Eric Radcliffe
Eric Radcliffe(@eric-radcliffe)
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1 year ago

Julie, humor has the sound of music, once the right note is struck – you have the symphony of laughter.

Thompson Emate
Thompson Emate(@thompson-emate)
1 year ago

Oh! I love this story. The descriptions are well detailed. A nice one, Julie. Is the first paragraph a personal experience?

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Christer Norrlof
Christer Norrlof(@christer-norrlof)
1 year ago

Julie, what a very rich and colorful story you are serving us. I was familiar with Chagall (I even saw an expo with his art in Paris as a 20 year visitor) and with the song Volare (which also became very popular in Sweden and was translated and sung in Swedish), but I didn’t have any idea that there was a connection between the two of them.
Your story is like a painting with words and, at the same time, like poetry. You do justice to both masterpieces. Congratulations to a great work!

Lotchie Carmelo
Lotchie Carmelo(@lotchie-carmelo)
1 year ago

That was a very colorful story, Julie. It is a story with art that was blended with music. So entertaining and interesting. I enjoyed and love it.

Carrie OLeary
Carrie OLeary(@carrie-oleary)
1 year ago

What an exquisite use of colour and music in your story, Julie. I love the idea of dreaming about and dreaming yourself into the painting. Flying together, forever. Volare indeed.

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