The escape

The quiet rustle of leaves, the burning pungent smell of leaves leaves quite an intoxicating feeling. Some experiences are meant to be felt in solidarity. This is one of them. Those thoughts that swirl around the head and solidifies their own existence. A journey is undertaken, options are explored. Moments cherished where they are rushed, squeezing past each other like in rush hour traffic. No space to move but last thought wins. Much like the FIFO (First In, First Out) concept.

Feels like a million colourful butterflies in a bright garden. And I'm running around slightly dazed ten year old girl with a net trying to catch up with them. The running around in circles clears up everything around a clear stream of thought. The tiny stream that was a new element gushes its enthusiasm. Will it gather enough force to cross the fallen tree trunk in its way? Will it seep through cracks or wash away the broken trunk with its might. Maybe the wood needs to travel places too. See places and wonder how far have I come since the day I was a tiny sapling.