Ten Second Vacation
I was standing on a street corner in Berkeley. There was noise, crowds, and traffic. I had places to go and things to do, but the WALK light had not yet turned, so I had nothing to do. It was a moment that did not count, and I had no expectations of it.
I looked up, I looked down the street, and there beyond the end of the street, beyond the edge of town, across the bay...
... a mountain.
It was small and blue with distance. It was streaked with brown and green. Its profile was rough and fractal.
I tuned out everything but the mountain and the WALK sign. Anchored to the sign, I mentally leapt to the mountain. I took a vacation there. I bathed in its blue, brown, and green. I hiked up and down the mountain, I inspected its plants and rocks, I climbed to the top...
- then BLINK -
... and I was back on the street corner, looking at the WALK sign, which had just turned. I looked both ways, stepped off the curb, and crossed the street.
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