I take a deep breath and close my eyes for just half of a second. The November breeze comes in thru the opened car window a little colder than the day before. It’s a shame I am heading to work, because I really feel like keep on driving while listening to the wind’s symphony caressing my face. This time of year always brings me back to when I was a boy and time was going a lot slower. I remember the kids at home and I almost feel sad looking at their optimism towards life and the future, but I am glad they are happy. I am glad they believe on the picture I draw for them like the dad that knows everything. Sometimes, just sometimes, this inexplicable desire of pausing the moment grows so big that I nearly delete all of the smoke from inside my head. When I get to work I open a blank page on a word document and I write a sentence, then another one. The first paragraph connects to the next one and an hour later the phone rings. I realize I haven’t checked my emails and 3 people are waiting for me. The cursor blinks asking for more words. I look out through the window and I can almost feel the breeze outside. I save what I wrote and send it to my email. On my way out I excuse myself with the secretary. “Please tell them I had an emergency… I need to go home”
I take a deep breath and close my eyes for just half of a second. The November breeze comes in thru the opened car window a little colder than the day before.