Velocity

Did a thing for English.

I rest my tired body on the cold rocks that sit in the stream. The sun warms my back as the wind blowing into my face counteracts it. I sit for several minutes as I listen to the cautious calls of the birds watching the leaves fall from the trees in torrents that make them look like large, green snowflakes caught in a blizzard. Gradually, the world slows around me. Everything comes to a stop. My heart rate slows with every breath I take. As my world slows, the world around me seems to speed up. The clouds race though the sky like cars on a highway. Leaves floating down the stream speed towards and collide into rocks and other leaves like children excited to see their friends. Someone calls my name, and as I whip my head around to look at them, everything speeds up again. Life races faster than the leaves or the clouds; the woods are painfully slow and still in comparison. I have to get back to industrialized life.