just a piece of writing

The gray walls surrounds you and the dust swirl around your wind as the car flies by honking. Even when you look up to the sky, it is half hidden by a highway that lures above, casting a deep shadow on already a dark road. Although it is a middle of spring, the air is hard to breath from fumes and even the warm wind seems so artificial by the scent it carries. You are just a part of the crowd, waiting for the traffic light to change. People around you are all faceless strangers and just a part of a fleeing presence. Nothing changes even with passing of time, and this is nothing more than a part of everyday routine.

Yet, the moment between each blinks of one’s brown eyes, between the worlds of darkness and light, new scenery emerges. The eyes momentarily lose its focus from an advertisement on the wall across the street and sucked into the world within.

Nameless and shapeless things swirl around you gently, dancing and bursting with colors. People disappear and only you remain, surrounded by a warm glowing light. The concrete road’s is no longer there but a clear green lake spreads below one’s feet, reflecting the vast endless azure sky, which expands above a horizon. A pale white moon peeks in from a far through the reflection. The warm breeze creates a ripple on the surface, scattering not a pink but orange and yellow petals from trees nearby.

A fleeing moment. A fleeing time. Just as it came, the scenery disappears and fades into the concrete buildings. The street light changes, and people step into the cold asphalt road. Nothing changed. People remain just strangers, and you are just a part of a crowd.

Or is it?