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Astonishing Perception"The most amazing aspect you’ll discover within life, is when you pause, step, and focus on something extraordinary that catches your mind, taking up that moment, that pause in time. This thought, lay constant in my mind, for it was a theme I was yet to discover. As I lay in an unperturbed position in the town of Nice, France, my mentality began to drift away. In an instant, I was gone; set aside, creating my own path, seeking my own destination, in my own dream. Having a dream is a minds game. Making a dream a reality has a uniqueness of its own. This thought lay true, for I was momentarily lost, yet found, surrounded by possibilities. Nothing was impossible, and nothing was unattainable. I found myself beside a body of water, a Sea, perhaps, with water as clear as crystal. With my hand, I could feel the warmth of the water, as it moved around my fingers and dripped off my hand upon bringing it above water. Each drop seemed to fall a little slower than the previous, creating minimal waves as it re-entered the water again. In the distance, an undersized fishing boat was about, making its daily journey. Making my way down the beach, the town seemed to wake as the day grew by. The stone buildings and paved streets, with their withered looks, each detained stories of life from passing years. Looking back once more, from the stone steps, a school of silvery fish glistened in the sun. The town attained its own likeness of personality, as it opened up to the afternoon of day. Fountains began to show their performances, and vines of ripe grapes covered the scenes of wooded arches. Purely a spot of imagination, for the spreading moment found marvel in itself. Listening closely, I could hear a bird soar and make its way down to its nesting point, on one of the close by rooftops. The birds only focus was constructing a nest secure enough for her young. Yet no one noticed her actions, her efforts to create a place of protection and comfort stood out to me. Then a sound was heard. Stopping to question what I was hearing, I noticed a stream, ever so small, making its way down past me. Following the stream, the noise, still minimal, grew slightly. Coming around a corner, I found the source of the water, which dripped onto a sculpture, whose age-looking design almost told a legend. Parts of the sculpture were withered and crumbled, but the picture was definite. Circling the stone configuration was a miniature stone wall, which contained an undersized split towards the base, leading to the stream of water. Making a wish, I tossed a coin in, and walked downward towards the beach. The sun began to make its leave. Upon reaching the waters shore, I gazed over the edge of the stone wall into the blue. On the spot, a dolphin-like fish jumped out and back inside the water creating a spray that reached me right as I sheltered my face. The warm water fell right over me, and swiftly I was awake, back in Nice, back to my own point in time. I paused, stood up, tilted my head side to side, and looked out to the horizon. I had snapped back into reality, out of my dream, out of my moment. I stood up and began to make my way into the town. As the sun began to set, I looked once more out to the Sea. And it was my dream, an extraordinary section that caught my focus, which took up a moment, a pause in time."-Morgan Webster (France Journey 2004) Written October 21, 2006 |