Transcending Alyssa Griesman
I sat comfortably on a cushioned, yellow chair in my backyard, reading yet another book out of the countless ones left to go on my summer list. I could feel the sun’s vibrant, warm rays piercing through my winter kissed skin as I continued to flip endlessly, immersed in the captivat- ing plot. All around, I could hear the cicadas buzzing and children laughing as I continued to slowly move out of this world and into another. I could smell the distinct scents of burning wood and salty water as I continued my travel into another dimension. Then, suddenly, it felt as if time had come to a halt. All I could feel, hear, and smell was the universe that I was holding onto, engaged fully in its infinite mysteries. I began to feel the vibrant, warm ray of light once more, yet this time, it wasn’t from the sun but rather from the moonlight. I glanced up, snapping fully out of my transcendental state, only to see that I was left alone, with my thoughts and everlasting wonders resting forever in my soul.
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