Epiphany

He walked amongst the many and came across the one – the one who made him feel like he hadn’t felt before. The feeling was almost indescribable; it was like he was walking on a cloud. She was… perfect. Her beauty was like that of a blooming camellia in the height of spring.

She looked like she was wearing slippers, yet they looked so cool, so faultless. Leopard-spotted happy shoes would describe them better than slippers, yet her feet slipped into them effortlessly. She was a slim little thing, five foot six at most, wearing black, skin-tight yoga pants that hugged her legs, and a silky beige shirt hanging out over her hips that showed her bare back when she bent down to check for a book on the shelf below her.

Her hair was black, long, drooping over the nape of her neck and rested halfway down her slender back.
She rested her hands on her legs as she lifted herself up from the crouching position she’d maintained for a moment, and as she stood up she threw her hair over her left shoulder and turned to face him, though he could hardly say she was aware of his presence. Her mind was elsewhere.

When she walked her shirt slipped open at the front to reveal her belly. Her soft, supple skin was like a baby’s bottom. Her face was ‘to die for’, silky smooth, surely gentle to the touch, and with no make-up, for there was no need to improve on perfection. She had a gold stud in her lip, but even that small
admonishment to her beauty only seemed to add to it in some strange way.

He felt his body changing in ways over which he had no control. He felt short of breath. He felt an attraction, a physical attraction that was out of his control. He was entering a place, a feeling, he was uncomfortable with. Yet the feeling made him aware he was alive, physically, mentally, and able to
appreciate the finer things life threw up at him. 

Whilst this transformation was occurring before his eyes, within his anatomy, he was perusing the shelves of the local book-store. Not just any book-store, this book-store was a ‘cut above’ in every way. The presentation was truly superb, the books were categorised in a way he’d never seen before. And the people, oh the people! It was a place he always enjoyed visiting. And now he knew for as long as she remained there, he’d never tire.

He knew not whether to feel awakened and welcomed to a brave new world he’d previously been shut out of, or whether he should feel aggrieved by having been shut out of that same world. Had this girl awakened a sleeping spirit or had she provided a teaser to something, like a rainbow, that was just beyond
his reach?

‘Brave’. Maybe that was the word he should take from his experience, however fleeting it had been, and build on it. For if he failed to alter his understanding of his feeling, his sense of attraction, maybe it would be lost to him forever. Losing something one had just found can be as debilitating as having never found it at all.

His sense of the law of attraction was about to be reconfigured, redefined. He had experienced an epiphany, a sudden realisation, strikingly definitive. One girl, once.

He had found his ‘camellia’, blooming sweetly in the spring.