Everyone has a certain way they'd like to see the world.
Some like to watch it spin around them like they're a stuntman riding inside a Globe of Death. Others like to watch it revolve slowly, noticing how the sun or the moon rises or descends ever so subtly everyday.
Each day can be like running the rapids. Or it could be paddling along quietly on a cool spring morning down a calm river. At one point you just close your eyes, taking in a breath of fresh air as you inhale deeply.
And as you exhale, the next exchange of air is not that of cigarette smoke or the reek of alcohol from the nearest hammered stranger, but the sweet scent of, quite possibly, Mother Nature farting.
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