Pause

A pair of eyes looks out the window. It’s looking, looking for the blurry image to slow down, to make sense of the scene that is passing by too fast. The brain hasn’t been trained to process that many frames a second. Chaos, confusion, havoc, that is all these eyes see. The owner grows slowly frantic. His hand moves towards the window – an attempt to hold on to a single image. Just one image in its entirety. But they all move along, slipping away in between frantic breaths.

Pause.

Let the breaths slow down, let them go back to the quiet corner where peace takes form. Let your breaths breathe.
Let the mind wander. Fleeting moments inch further away the more they are held back. Let them flow, be a spectator for once.

Unpause.

The hand moves back down leisurely, eyes close for a while, and then they open again.

A pair of eyes looks out the window. It’s looking, looking at the blurry image outside. The eyes watch in awe as buildings, poles, boulders, mountains, turn into specks. They watch as the hues merge together, creating a special kind of music. They watch, as the sun moves, as the sky turns a dozen magnificent hazy colors, as the lights form a stellar sight as they zoom past. They watch as tiny raindrops race against each other, against gravity, against time.
These eyes – they have not found what they were looking for. Oh, they have found so much more.