@nprofile1q... A memory of RED. I don't own her, I wouldn't want to, but I own my memory of her. I was but a handful of years old, on a bus of some sorts, going somewhere that doesn't matter. But there I saw her. Her face escapes me by now; too many decades ago. Her silhouette barely recognizable, a shadow in the reflections of my mind, but her RED, hers still glows. She didn't say a word, she didn't do a thing. Only sat there, with her slightly oversized Red coat, so pretty, so elegant, so untouchable, unreachable, something not of our world, doesn't belong to the same plane. Her radiance illuminated that place, that time, and from that point, all time beyond, and all time before. I still have no idea what I encountered that night, or what I saw, I could not fathom it, I could not understand it. But something of her, still lives in me. A lifetime, or a few perhaps, later, and I still feel her presence, I still see her, I still visit her. Nowadays, she mostly watches over islands over the far horizon, from the ruins at the top of the hill, and from time to time, dips her hands in the pure river, that therein flows.