Cars whistle by like a wasp in the wind grazing the ear. It’s softer though, and gives my body an ethereal feel. Like the longer I stay in this zone, the more and more easy it would be to sever the anchor holding my soul down to this earth and just sort of drift aimlessly up; up, up, and through. Through the shimmering crack in the sky that has drawn my half-focused attention from the very start. I’m enthralled by the stillness. It’s midday on a Friday. Normally I would be captive to a boss who hardly cares to know my name, and the burden of the sort of responsibility that comes with growing up. My captivity normally would keep me from this moment. But not today. Today it lingers a while with me. I can feel the power in its fragility.