first impression

The colors look like they are swirling all around me, falling slowly and covering me in yellows reds blues purples, every color you can think of and some i haven't the ability to describe, some that evoke memories of long ago and some that are like strangers i have never met. the shapes of the colors undulate like a living being merging and then separating, forming new colors as they meet in a violent clash only to move away from each other again and reveal their own perfect beauty. While i cant help but stare my nose draws me away spring fills my olfactory cavities and my legs begin to move seemingly with out any thought. they lead through the cavernous lobby of the Bellagio and away from the mesmerizing celling of the check in counter. I walk from a crowded lobby filled with tourists gawking as i have just been the beauty above us in to what seems like a scene from "Alice in Wonder Land" giant frogs and insects are frozen place among flowers of every description that rival the glass structure of the lobby behind me matching color for color while intoxicating me with sweet smells. Smells that could in a real place, in a natural setting quickly turn in to the suffocating fragrance that only life gives off when it dies. But not here, here invisible hands tend these gardens day in and day out never a leaf out of place or a petal on the ground will you see. here the temperature is constant and a slight breeze that seems to come from nowhere keeps this Eden fresh. jets of water shoot from out of the ground in long perfect unbroken arches to disappear again in to the foliage all around. I turn around again walk back out through the lobby then out through front doors back in to chaos of the Las Vegas Strip and look out across the pool of water where in a few minutes a testament to human perscion will play out as huge towers of water will rise hundreds of feet in to the air in time with the music of Frank Sinatra patron saint of this town. I light the cigarette i have been holding on to since first walking in as i glance at the group of women walking in to the hotel holding yard long margaritas and Mhai Thais that could possibly kill a child with alcohol poisoning. One long drag then back down the path that leads to the strip, i still have to meet my new friends.