The Air Was Pink

The air was pink.
Tangible.
Casting everything in a rosy glow
like a gel on a spot light.
She could almost taste it.
Hints of strawberries,
icing,
and bubblegum.

If she only had more time
to dance in it,
to swim in it,
to feel it.

Then, it was gone.
Regular air filtered out the pink
and all returned to normal.
Except for her.
Within her, she still touched, breathed, lived.
For the air was pink.

February 9, 2018