I was standing in a large beautiful atrium, with tall ceilings and a multitude of hanging plants, tall glass windows with hills of green ambiguously in the background, giving notice of the lush setting before me. Warm sunlight shown through the clear glass as I took in my surroundings and listened to the soft ambiance of footsteps and hushed voices in near proximity to where I stood. A girl around my age stood to my left, and motioned to a raised planter box ahead of me, that met the far left windowsill.
I walked slowly up to the box and peering down into it, was met with mocha brown coffee beans and a nutrient additive that I can only describe with words to resemble chia seeds. Minuscule black granules. They were all mixed up together in this wooden planter, just existing harmoniously. Instinctively, I reached both my hands down into the beans and seed additive, at which point I began to weave my hands through the contents.
The beans felt so cool and lovely to touch.. I was reminiscent of being a child in grade school and the days we got to play with kidney beans during counting games and math lessons. I began to swirl my fingers throughout the mixture, purposely mixing the nutrients with the beans, feeling very pleased with my job and existentially, myself.
I reached a point where the mixing was beginning to feel redundant, and just at that moment, my right hand, which was deeply submerged in the mixture, was suddenly met with a round stout glass of water resting on the bottom. I intuitively gripped this glass, raised it above the mess and dumped the entirety of its contents into the box, then began to swirl it together once again. Within seconds, my cold fingers began to feel the ping of tiny sprouts pop out of various coffee beans beneath the surface.
I knew what was happening before I saw it, my eyes must have been shut for the emergence of the sprouting. I then consciously peered down once more into the planter, and just as I suspected, little bright green stems began popping up all around inside the wooden box.
The sun shone in the most delightfully elegant way through the dirty window, illuminating this scene perfectly.
I recall thinking that this was the most beautiful thing I had possibly ever held witness to. So, I scooped up a fair amount of beans into my two cupped hands just to watch this magnificent thing unfold before my undeserving eyes. The small dirt colored beans shifted and played in my hands as the sprouts shot up, manipulating their course, some falling victim to gravity and escaping through the spaces in my fingers.
I thought to myself, wait, I must photograph this experience, it is so absolutely tantalizing and must be shared with others...
I then caught myself and made no attempts to capture this moment, because I was already experiencing the most bliss that could never be recreated or conveyed accurately through any other lens but my own. A deep feeling of contentment swept generously over me, and I stood there in unwavering peace for three seconds.
Then I awoke.