This is a special moment in time. An epoch when ancient past folds into the distant future like a ribbon of red velvet streaming in a sky of melted sapphire.
The dying heat of the sun is ejected from its corona as tightly wound vibrations of light. The dark rainbows perspire high above sending fine droplets of rain to the earth, yet the children hardly notice. They giggle with care-free joy as the planet rotates furiously around its axis.
Yet, there is a tranquil stillness to the ground beneath the ribbons of dark light. The rainbows cocoon the children, the mice and the field of wild watermelons beneath with a fatherly dedication only surpassed by the one who made it all possible. Here, in this quaint setting, the magnetic mosaic of life scintillates like one dimensional strings being plucked tenderly by hands wielding tremendous power. Only the dark rainbows feel the pull originating from the heavens.
Jacob and Little Suzy grow up and the light goes out. A murky haze sweeps idly across time. The mice have gone for the long sleep. Still the prismatic droplets of rain fall, but no longer do they hit a pasture that is fertile. The watermelons are preserved, however, in the memories of Suzy and Jacob’s children and their children’s children. Above, a big heart bleeds love down for the ancestors. The children that played the game called ‘crackerjack’ are captured eternally in that special moment in history when wild watermelons grew freely among the corn and dark rainbows illuminated the soul.
