7:25

insight five 
Isolated rain waters the horizon, as I jog through the woods behind my home. With dug out badger bungalows and lifted roots of willow trees, the forest made a peaceful motherland for all that lived. I slow down my pace when I reach the brown pipe, a long wide tube that can be balanced upon only by the most skilled of beings. Let it be said that I am not talented nor a professional gymnast but somehow I manage to remain upon it. Levelling my arms with my shoulders, I place one foot at a slight angle in front of the other, tracing my movements down the pole. Nearing the end of my performance, I leap into the air and travel a distance only applauded by a single squirrel in the nearby oak tree. Oblivious to the passing of time, I detect a small tear journey down my face, but it’s not me who is melancholy. Tilting my head towards the skies, I feel more droplets dance upon my cheeks. To avoid being showered from head to toe, I dash through the trees to search for cover from the upcoming rain.  Resting my back against a birch tree, the thundering flood poured from the heavens, as if angels were mourning their eternity of helplessness up above. Underneath the protection of umbrella like leaves, which loom over me creating a shadow upon my pale skin, I inhale a deep breath of forest fumes and rain scented dirt. Singing sweetly to myself, the birds surrounding me join into my rhythm, chirping about all of life’s wonders throughout the woods.  The rain soon passes, leaving the ground moist and my hair dripping. A silence splits though the forest, making all the inhabitants freeze in an upright position. Navigating my way through the muddy terrain, I see the pipe that I elegantly danced upon, and I feel my senses readjusting to the damp air. Yellow sun beams disperse around me, lighting up the field that I run upon. Oddly enough, the rain came and went like a day towards tomorrow, the continuous flow of time that pressures us into making radical mistakes. Nearing the comfort of my covers, I sprint long strides over the puddles created five and a half minutes ago. Easing my speed, the world slows to a halt and I unlock my door, opening into another world of warmth and peace.

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