You arrived in a way I could not have predicated. Had you not crashed down the gates, I should not have admitted you. Were you not, instantly, inexplicably, next to me, as though descended from nowhere, I would scarcely have registered your presence. Yet, you were through me in a moment, and I was at once atomised and reconstituted. And there, in my newly framed space, you and all your colour, filling up the sky. I had only to look.