The quiet rustle of leaves

The gentle sound of water flowing

The heavy air smelling like honeysuckle

How peaceful it is

The wind rushes through my hair as I glide along the path

Tiny creatures dart through the path as sudden as lightning flashes

A stick snaps in the distance interrupting the peacefulness

The path seemed to end abruptly

The forest cleared and sunlight pierced my eyes

A wave of sound crushed me

Children screaming

Cars honking

I came to a screeching halt

These sounds made the stick snapping seem so small

I wanted to go back to the path

But a new one was laid before me