You ever want a minute of quiet. A moment of stillness, everything fading to a background hum. Then falling away until even that is silent. To just be for a while. Without ambition, need or desire. I experienced that once. I was a year out of high school, it was autumn. I was walking down the street away from a class I was skipping to catch a bus. It was what I call a stolen day. You tell no one. Any obligation, you walk away from. For one day you persue a journey. Without a net. No means of contacting anyone. I used to do that alot. And this particular day was like those. But as I walked, a breeze flowed by. Soft, tentative like your first kiss. And I looked up, shifting wisp thin clouds skimming across the sky, the sun pouring down warmth. The world slowed, then stopped. A perfect crystalline moment, it stretched, then was gone. Not a snapping back, but as if it had never been.