Summer magic

So I finally did. Have a mind-blowing experience, that is. It was not a promise to myself, nor was it an expectation. It was simply a passing wish I made, not quite believing that it would truly happen. So when it did yesterday, it was to me nothing less than a miracle.

I was 70m above the sea level. 72.63m to be exact. The view was breathtaking. The sky was a serene shade of blue patterned with golden and pink streaks. The canopy of the trees was so thick that I could see nothing of the ground underneath, all senses overwhelmed by the green of it all. The road beneath seemed to be reduced to the size of the alley I passed every day on my way to school and the cars looked no different than children’s toys. Right then, right there, I felt a rare sense of invincibility, as though I had the entire world in my palm. At that moment, I was not a victim of the brutal reality, desperately trying yet failing to run away from the grip of the life that was somehow both mundane and hectic at the same time. I was simply a spectator, standing from afar and watching other people running around in that vicious, inescapable cycle. Never had I felt more liberating in my life.

Although I was only there for around 15 minutes, for I had to rush to where my friend was waiting for me, it was truly an unforgettable experience, and just what my mind and heart need from time to time: a breathing space.