Biking to work this morning resulted in a rather strange experience. Where I'd normally expect to see grass and meadows, I saw ducks, swimming in the reflections of the street lights and the early pale blue morning sky, exploring curiously new feeding grounds. The trees stood nearly twice as tall than they used to, with their black silhouettes gently rippling beneath, and here and there the tips of single grass leaves broke through the waters surface, seemingly turning the landscape into marshlands.
People biked and jogged past me, as I stopped to make a photo. As always, when I stop all of a sudden amidst a fast biking trip, the world around me seemed to turn silent, as the hormones my body had released were pulsing through my blood stream. I wondered how many millions and billions of decisions in my life brought me here at exactly this place at this time.
But time did not stop, so I hopped back onto my bike to get to work.
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