There’s so much that happens when you get that moment all to yourself
If you let it
A poem or a song
Sometimes it’s earth shaking
Sometimes you cry with joy
The heavens unfurl giant green staircases
A stranger has a look in their eye you can read like a novel
You find yourself inside a character you invented, packing around your suitcase picnic table
Drinking tankards of beer at a 300 yr old bowling alley, wandering streets made of ledges that curve down into glowing infinity
teeming with cats and silk scarf filled handbags
The scent of tobacco rolling you over into empty cornfields, some devilish, fierce rhythm beating into your neck
a mocking glance to set fire to an imaginary man named Nielson Bainbridge, riding in his full armor upon a horse
into a dark pool of shellfish
The water now sucking your body down
like thick warm oil
And sunflowers bursting from the glint
Yes, all of that
In a few moments
You stole back from the crowds
You panned from the moonshine
You found gifted on your doorstep by the wandering Tanuki
Or stuck somewhere in the 8 apochromatic lenses of a voightlander

In between all the real things that were happening