Visual Snippets: remembering myself I

I am at a party, sailing on a cloud of happiness. I am not inebriated with anything but life, love and the thrill of being free. I climb onto the roof where several friends are lying on their backs, looking up at the stars. A boombox is playing music. A certain song comes on and I squeal with delight. It is a sweet song that has droplets of guitar interspersed with winding violin sounds while a man waxes sarcastic about a childhood love memory. I spread my arms up like a bird and float on tiptoe, bobbing up and down to the violin, going from sickly sweet to gratingly off-tune. I lift my face up to the night sky and smile. Closing my eyes, I can feel a breeze curling under my chin and faintly touching tendrils of my hair. I float in a small circle and hum along with the melody, my fingers plucking imaginary guitar strings and my arms sweeping in time to the violins. As I swoop downward and step forth, I hear my name being called. I open my eyes briefly, still smiling at all the lax people laying about on one another. A dear friend, draped over her lover, looks at me almost quizzicly and says "You are so beautiful"
I smile at her and say "so are you" then continue my flight over her body and swoop back around behind them before landing at the ladder that will take me back downstairs and into the main body of the carousing.

- that was me.