The Aesthetic Experience

The liquid shines with the light of the sun, and then it hits me. As the dye hits the water, it mixes very slowly. Too slow for comfort, and then suddenly it blends in with the rest of the water. Like a fog in the sky or a gust of wind, the dye in the glass gets swept up violently with my vibrations. Tiny vibrations begin to mix the dye in a way where the dye begins to become one. Like a melting pot of sorts, the dye comes together and becomes one entity. I compare myself to this glass of water and dye because I myself have allowed myself to mix with another person.