“Delusional as most would have it to be walking through a residential vintage neighborhood in the middle of train tracks. But it’s serene and I mean that in the most sound way. It’s around 1am. Skateboard in the left hand and the leash of my dog in the right. Yes, dog is attached to the leash. There are no trains in sight and now it’s my world. As I walk on the rails of the tracks I notice every little thing. 1st I notice the cobble stone. Every stone is off and completely different in size from stone in pattern yet so formally organized. The oil on the cobble stone holds a combination of old oil from a prior season and fresh oil from the day. The smells are translucent to the nose but somewhat meaningless to the most pertinent thing that makes me feel the most joy inside. “The breeze”. I close my eyes and I can feel the breeze run in all directions across and through my body. All of a sudden I’m 1 with the moment. My body can smell the wind, my ears can taste the sounds carried by the breeze, my nose can see to the right and behind me, and the mind of my present reality can feel the texture of my fingers and hands with each step forward. I’m caught. I’m captive in the moment. I’m in love with the perception of what I feel, and I’m lost in the middle of something. But, I’m happily lost because I know now there’s a bigger picture at hand. Here I am in the middle…”