the lavender grey has lifted again, sending me into ripples of golden green

am i dreaming?

the colors are so warm and lovely like they never were before

i feel like i'm home

for the first time, i'm home.

pearlescent.

everything has a wonderfully strange sheen to it

the sun is setting and it is warm

a gentle breeze carries the never ending birdsong to me

it smells of old wood and wet earth and wildflowers

this place feels like comfort

it whispers to me old stories that i could never begin to understand

i hated summer once.

this will be my last summer here, in this place that has pushed me down until i could not get back up

and yet... it feels bittersweet.

this place is not lavender grey, it promises freedom

this place is not golden green, it invites truth

this place is not blueberry bubblegum, it holds balance

this place is not burnt licorice, it remembers love

this place is pearlescent.

it will shine forever in my memories