I
was request to do an assignment: read and review a book. It wasn't a long book,
but my mind wasn't into it. I keep rereading the same line over and over while
my thoughts escape to other place and time far away from that story printed in
those pages. I decided to go outside and read under the big tree where an old
park bench invited me to relax beside the murmuring of the lake. Sitting there
I could feel the calming breeze and the beautiful twinkling of the water under
the sun of the spring. I decided to start my task with a big breath. I looked
for that elusive line hoping to find its meaning when I noticed that the words
moved, subtle, but they moved with the breeze.