The Blue Circle, by Bruce Levine

I close my eyes. I see a blue circle – varying shades of blue swimming, surrounded by a corona of yellow – spikes, like a child’s paper crown, with rounded edges. As I watch the blue circle mutates – colors change – formations appear within. The yellow corona changes too - now it’s floating as it sways, as if in a breeze. The forms within the circle change again and again – black lines appear, forming shapes within the shapes. The blue morphs, changing intensity, changing hues. I open my eyes. I see the reality of the room surrounding me. The kaleidoscope is gone.