In the midst of thinking about the many trials and turbulence that all very suddenly hit your life, your eyes begin to wander. You glance at the ground, and its shiny, grey surface that, if wet, would be a vast skating rink. Slowly your eyes find the towel that is hung on the pale oven. The wind blowing through the open window moves the vibrant towel slightly. You smile. Your toes curl as you feel the cool breeze cover you like a blanket. People walk in front of your view, but you choose not to see them for all you wish to see are the beautiful paintings that are hung on the dull wall. Hypnotizing all of your senses, the paintings do wonders for that bland wall, and for your eyes. It's quite and ordinary setting with extravagant features that, somehow, seem to please your troubled mind. Listening to that soft wind, the chill that hits your body hits the window sill with pressure, like a salmon pushing its way upstream. You tremble. Then life slowly strikes you with its overpowering grasp, and you are carried away, once again, into the realms of reality.

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