Untethered to Time

Alive in a garden, hair flying across my face, sweet scent of flowers tickling my nose, birds calling to their mates. My heartbeat slowing. My thoughts drifting. At the edge of a stream, watching tadpoles wiggle and weave, around my toes while the brook bubbles and babbles past. Reposing by the ocean, salt on my lips, waves rocking me to and fro as I stare into the endless blue. Exhaling on the mountainside, sweaty from the climb, the sky painted pink, violet, amber by the falling sun. Untethered to time, soft grass beneath me, a night breeze whispers, glowing fireflies darting between tress, crickets chirping, I drift off to sleep.