Transcendence
Having just refocused myself to the tasks at hand I heard the soft rain of time falling around me. I felt its coolness pooling at my feet, then gradually rising to my ankles, shins and eventually around my seat and waist.
The buoyancy of my body takes over and I feel myself floating up and out of my present. I see my past shimmering in the water below me and — weightless — I gain new perspective on this future. Freed from the gravity of what previously grounded me, rising parallel with a new future in each passing second, I come face to face with possibilities previously not-possible, aided only by this vision.
Before I could commit to this liberated perspective, a hollow thump and siphoning sound announced a slow sinking back to the real present, only temporarily obscured.
This brief transcendence hangs in my memory, but without promise of a return to that temporal flow and the vision it made possible, it remains only a wet dream.
