A frenzied pace I set, always in a rush, running from time. My mind is like an old film strip of life and my accomplishments, never quite close enough to the screaming crowd and the strip of ribbon stretched across the finish-line. Finally, a breath escapes my lips, then another, a shock to my senses, a cold breeze slaps me across my flushed cheeks. I then begin to realize my surroundings, a fluffy membrane surrounds everything that can withstand the frigid temperature. Pure silence, the world seems to be frozen in time, with the occasional rumble of a nearby vehicle. A calmness washes over me and soothes my rowdy nerves, all of my worries fade into the depths of the dark; while the gentle glow of the voluptuous orb of night envelopes me with a sensation of safeness. My shell begins to melt away and cognizance of myself seeps into my very being. Urgency seems to have dissipated with every step; rounding the corner with the sight of my house, with the warm glow eluding from the windows. I feel refreshed and a part of me is renewed, the idealism of my agenda and unrealistic time frame dissipates into the darkness.