Book ideas

Walking down a city alley way surrounded by tall buildings of brick and stone I discover an arching 6 foot tall window to the right of me. This window manifest its self in the corner of my eye right as I’m about to pass it. When I look at it I get this feeling like it’s been there the whole time. The window looks to be thin as paper and shimmering as if sun rays are beaming through it. The shadows of the alley way should make the window dark but the window leaves an out stretched shadow up to the opposite wall of yellow sunlight. Seconds prior to that it looked dull and a pat color of transparent white.

Within the window I see an alley way like looking through a kaleidoscope. I have to squint to see it. The window seems to erase the cement that should be on the other side and opens up like a tunnel with circular walls made of rotating colors of a clockwise spinning universe. When I touch the window, moving my hand side to side similar to reading Braille it reminds me of when I touched an ice sculpture. It is smooth and slippery where the skin of my hand sticks to it, leaving redness behind when I pull away from the ice as the ice tugs at my skin. The window when felt I realize it is deeply buried in the wall

Dizzy because of the rotating colors the only stable image seems to be the alley way. I see movement of passing people. I try to focus on the image despite being distracted by all the colors moving. The walls are not of brick and stone, but of amethyst crystal, different patches of purple over lapping each other creating an organic looking structure. There is pulsating twinkling starlight on the walls, light going in and out.

I hear the name Noah being whispered in my ear. I turn to see if someone is standing next to me. There is no one. The name is called out again. I look deeper into the image, but cannot see anything clearly because of the distance. Then all of a sudden I see a small figure of a person standing at the end of the tunnel facing me, but I can’t make out any features. The figure is growing in size faster and faster. I realize the figure of a man is sprinting towards me. I stand memorized by this magical experience thinking it’s just some kind of new age street art that has moving images and colors. Then the next thing I know I’m on my back with some Italian, slicked back haired man on top of me.