The Wake Up

Waking up, a man finds himself standing waist deep in a pit of tar.

The dark, heavy tar yearned for the man to struggle, as it would pull and consume him beneath its' underbelly.

And instead of struggling and pleading with the tar, as he often did, he looked up and saw the trees humming and dancing with the wind above him.

He looked beyond the trees and saw the majestic, fluffy clouds gently passing by, almost to whisper: "Hi there, how are you?"

Beyond that, he saw the clear blue sky that nurtured the fluffy, white clouds, and danced with the trees.

As he looked up further, he saw the sun. And at that very moment, he embraced its vibrant colors and felt its warmth on his skin and in his heart.

Perhaps... just perhaps today will be different.