That Moment

You know that moment when you're sitting in a chair by the window and everyone around you is chatting away and you hardly notice? You find yourself admiring only what is on the outside of the stone fortress you're in. You look out the window to the gray clouds coating the sky in their bleakness hovering high above the barren trees, leafless and cold. The snow on the ground has been turned to mush where cars and feet have walked countless times over. But then you see it. The beautiful field of nearly untouched white. Pure and soft, just waiting for one person, one bike, or even an animal to break it's perfect balance and press it into the ground.
That moment when everything stops. When it just becomes you in the world. Everything slows. Nothing is there but you and the world you see outside the window from your perch.

Then your friends start singing songs from My Little Pony. Then everything becomes real and you find yourself joining in.