Perchance to Paint.

It began with church music, yet there was no church.

Choral voices, Latin, and an organ.

And although there was no sign or creed or sacrament, a feeling of exhalation swept over her. The notes followed the demands of the players unseen hands as if bidden by angels above.

And suddenly it stopped. Silence settled over the place where the church would have been if there had been one.

A place that was empty, devoid of form and substance.

Just a grey light.

Then yellow, blinding and a little frightening.

Then blue.

A peaceful, serene, comforting blue.

And then a road.

A cart trundled along the road.

Only the sound of the wheels and the hooves of the horses that pulled it.

And bird song.

Then darkness and more silence.

The soft sound of breathing.

A sigh.

One eye opened, taking in the light of the new day.