Spring Dance

I only remember the colours.

The dream that night was blurry, with soft green, peachy orange, creamy yellow, and a touch of

black and white. They stayed with me when I woke, light and quiet, like I was still drifting in that

dream.I was not trying to recreate it, only to hold on to that sense of freedom, a dance with no

beat, moving wherever it wants.Sometimes we do not need to remember what the dream was

about. It is enough to remember how it felt — light, calm, wrapped in gentle colours.