Death and Transfiguration (and reflection)

The last strains of sunlight lingered in the corners, grasping every available point of refraction.  She slid her fingertips along the glass wondering if this was all there ever was. Or could be.

Flying always made her feel insecure, out of control. Now, reluctantly lowering the shade; shutting out the spectacular sunset, as “Death and Transfiguration” seeped through her headphones into her brain; now she understood.

 She sat transfixed. This glimpse of the Divine  could only be comprehended in a unique sliver of time, when music and mind-gathering instincts could finally pull her soul and senses into focus.

The  last paragraph is written in response to Trifextra Challenge. Paragraph 1 was proposed by the Challenge. Paragraph 2 was my first response, completing the thought.  Paragraph 3 is a continuation of Paragraphs 2.

(www.trifectawritingshallenge.com)

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