You might find a cup of water in a wine glass, and during the evening, you might find an imaginary city in it; could it be imagination? There are other possibilities that it’s not an actual city, and you wish it were; you find yourself in a building in that city in that apartment you had dreamed about. Could it be a city of dreams? Who else lived in that city? Many others, like you, had dreamed and found they could live in them.

Hear the sounds of memory as the wine glass is filled with amber, the sunlight reflecting inside it. As if through imagination, you could enter another world, place, or memory, where a structure of great height is an arch with glass windows, the morning sun creating a star-like reflection, and the early twilight stars starting to shine in a fading blue sky. Possibly there could be something remembered from an imagined previous life.

It’s like peering into some attractive container of glass with colored liquid, its translucence giving a sense of the future in the stars. That implies something of a translucent future city or somewhere else that can be imagined. Think about yourself floating in that liquid of color, looking at that world from that vantage point.

Imagine seeing the early evening when the sky is fading blue, with the moon and a few stars still there. They are seen in amber-colored liquid with a few bubbles; there is a tranquil feeling about that.