I took a stroll down harmony street, didn’t bother to look to my left or to my right. I just kept walking down the path that was before me. I saw how the birds lived with their families, saw how the trees were neighbourly. In addition, I felt the cool warmth of the calming breeze.
Encounter with a Racoon
A racoon call out to me from the steps of the log cabin by my side. It smiled as it extended its greeting hand to me. The racoon told me about life on harmony street since it had moved here. The people and the animals who were now his new family. I listened to my new friend talk about love and peace, loss and forgiveness, pain and redemption. It talked about the many a path a life could follow.
Then I woke up from my daydream and saw that I was back in my own home. That my racoon friend was no more, the trees that could whisper no longer surrounded me.
I felt frazzled and discontent, felt panicked and out of my head, confused and like I was out of breath.
However, the racoon’s words overtook me and filled my head, brought me some sense, I remembered everything that it had said
I had taken a stroll down harmony street. I had seen the birds with their families and old mighty trees act neighbourly. Moreover I had never been the same again