Subliminal Moment

It was in that moment when she knew that everything was about to change. The sun was so suddenly faded behind some pink clouds beyond her window on that afternoon in September. Somehow she knew it was supposed to be the magic she had always known to exist. There was nothing more subliminally pure or quintessentially true than the very moment she was in.
Though the warm glow of a spring afternoon was fading into a blue hue of dusk, there was a lingering space between the sunshine and the starlight. At this particular time of day, the smallest atoms and minuscule particles of dust have a radiance about them which cannot be seen in full daylight or pitch darkness. The expanse of time at this time of the day shifts somewhat as the world begins to slow with the winding down of a busy day. Everything softens and quietens and the space between becomes slow and static, filled with the moment.
She felt the tide pulling in and her feet melt at the tips of the ocean’s kiss. The spiral of light that twisted itself in and around her made everything feel light and breathless. She wanted to reach out and touch the tangles of colours, soft and pearly. The glinting sparkles of particles seemed to freeze in mid-air as the silence began to sing. The shivers which riveted her spine in those minutes emanated in a small, pitched release of air from some depths lodged between the heart and lungs- both of which were entirely new to the pull of the ocean.
As the breathe drew in and the eyes closed, the smooth wading of skin against skin seemed to become too much, and yet was just enough. The freshness of the air was painted in a delicate smile across her smooth face. The graceful elegance of the movement of all things patterned beautiful images so surreal and supernatural that when she would dream of this in months to come it would keep the dreams soft and magical. The awakening of her soul became like a floating feather on a soft, summer breeze. The wind of that breeze stealing her breathe and then wrapping itself in colour around her so that she gasps and sucks in the sweet scented air all over again.
Her body melted into the warm liquid of that full embellished moment. Her eyes changed from the pale green to the darkest turquoise of greens. The life had been lifted and sprung. The sensual ripples cascaded deep within her leaving trails of goosebumps and tingling sensations all over her skin and scalp. Her glands felt swollen with life and excitement, her stomach felt alive with the dance of butterflies and her toes were pointed in the delicate pose of a ballerina. The bliss was swimming in a hue of soft, pearl-frozen, warmth and light. Fullness of lips against lips drew her into a world she never knew before. And the universe became apparent in that subliminal moment. The first kiss.