We sat together. There were hundreds of people around, but it was us alone that counted. The situation presented itself nicely, I began to deceive myself. It’s been ages since any of it all began. What I mean is, here I am! Sitting! Quite quiet. I’ve been on edge for the past however many minutes for however many reasons. But alas, here I am, must be twelve minutes. Sitting, as I do. Sitting, as we do. Not talking, silent, quiet maybe. As we often never do. It’s probably been not more than one hundred and seven seconds. Eight. Nine. ?. There are mission bells literally going off outside. It’s brilliant the way it’s lit. Nice shadows dance around, twisting and twirling, contrasted with such sharp colors. It’s almost as someone planned it. “It presented itself”, I said to no one in particular. To speak several words would have made it real. I believed it. I’ve got it! Yes, I see the backdrop, an earth tone canvas, tan, with an outline of the aforementioned sharpness of the colors. There’s the few I can make out: yellow is first, mustard yellow, the kind of yellow mustard is scattered up around it. Forest green scatters the other half, dark, but approachable. This, of course, perfectly compliments the lime green, that if I were to describe, looks more of an avocado green, as it creates a tuft behind the neck. There is a weathered white that covers inadequately the rich magenta blood, just inside the thick skin-colored skin. Blue. Just blue. There is blue everywhere, and with the blue, it’s not so much the color as it is its sheer size. Like an ocean that covers the earth, not the earth tones, not even the forest greens, but the entire earth, I stand lazily bound to its charm, drowning. It’s been long over thirty seconds now, I think I’ll go. Make your move. Go. Ready? Go. Gone.