I take a deep breath, I catch air and wind and calm. A tranquil jolt, My mind reels with pleasure. My breath is used to dust and traffic panic.
I take a long look, I see above me clear blue sprinkled with wispy white, I see below me green of rainbow shades, I see in front of me a contour: a contour separating the green and blue.
A tranquil jolt, My mind reels with pleasure. My look is used to aimless chaos: a sundry lost souls rushing to and from a meaningless half-life.
In this getaway day, however, there is no trace of this chaos. I pause, take a deep look, inside this time. I see within a brief stillness, A momentary episode of happiness.
This breath and look bereft of man's heavy game feels so alive. Only a book which I have been half-reading in between these breaths and sights seems to fit in here. A book is man's only holy companion in the breaths and sights of nature.