A walk in the park.

A walk in the park sure did the job. I was on the swings for the first time in a very longtime. When I close my eyes, I can almost feel the world around me. The cold breeze surrounded me and I felt the movement of the wind. My center of gravity swayed back and forth. I never felt so small in this world before. I opened my eyes and stared at the blue sky. The clouds seem to convey a message. My sky began to blur with the cloud as if an eclipse of white smoke overshadowed my eyes. I closed my eyes. When I opened them up again, I was looking at the playground. I sat down on the round-and-round and my friend spinned me around. I looked up and for a second I saw a panoramic view of the world. I got up, feeling a little dizzy from the playground and laid on the grass. My fingers brushed against the grass, the tingly sensation crawled up my spine. I began to watch the clouds again in the sky. This time instead of blurred images, I saw explosions in the sky. An infinite and continous stream of random geometric shapes morphing, each explosion closer to me as if I stared at it long enough the clouds will engulf me whole. Time had no place in my world when my mind was so occupied by the patterns in this world. I walked the familiar path that I have traveled many times before on the way back, but each moment was a separate path home.