We met with a kiss as I watched you come through this barrier. We watched your eye meet its own vision. Your skin is zapped as you push through that stretchy membrane, the thin space where your skin meets the plane. Not like being in, and not like being out, this is that ring of feeling at your ankles as you stand in shallow water. The Trasitionary glows and hisses. It is a layer added, and removed. You squeeze your eyes closed as your face comes through the mirror, it feels gentle. One of your hands, an arm, a foot, appear on this side, the rest of you still traversing. You finally lean into it all, breaking through. Descending slowly in-air, you land on this ground and arrive completely, one foot at a time; the hissing and zapping quiets. Afraid to open your eyes, you eventually do, and begin staring straight into mine. 'Hello' we say.