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A Vision of Spring to Come
By Ginau Mathurin

I had a vision: one of neither religious nor prophetic importance, but still an arousing vision.

While turning the corner of Dazed and Confused, she suddenly appeared. Without taking the cell phone off her ear, she said, “hi,” laughing, no doubt, at the bewildered look on my face.

Although I knew her, I was seeing her for the first time. Her hair was down, making her look more mature than I remembered. Her eyes, cut with an Asiatic curve, squinted slightly as she smiled. Her t-shirt blindingly white, but short, revealed a flat stomach covered by smooth complexion skin, like a cotton bed sheet covering a pillow top mattress. Her hair flowed in the wind like kite tails on a windy spring afternoon. Her skin glowed like a soft white light bulb. Her jeans barely hung on to her budding hips, in a way that quickly made me look away. She wore small boots that made her float like a butterfly when she stepped.

“I got something for you,” she said. “You are too young. What wisdom can you offer me?” I thought. She reached into her pocket and handed me a small black bag. Inside it was a bottle with a note attached. As I opened the bottle, sparkling stars escaped into the air and floated toward the heavens. “If stars were wishes, and wishes came true, I put all these stars together and wish that all your dreams come true ...,” the note read.

I looked up, but she had already disappeared, leaving nothing but the echo of her giggle behind.

I had a vision. A vision of neither religious nor prophetic importance, but, perhaps, like Mariah, I had a vision of love. If dreams do come true, maybe I will wish on a star, and trust my heart again.