The pinball machine was actually the coolest pinball machine that I have ever seen. There were no gaming characters on the design. As a matter of fact, it was all comprised of splotches of color. Small spots of blue shone gleefully along the green stripes, with some streaks of red running parallel with the yellow stars. There were some scribbles of orange, pink, and purple as well. However, those colors were not nearly as prominent as the colors of red, yellow, green, or blue.
He wanted to break away from his friends for a while and go for a walk. Just for an hour or two. He walked down a path full of red leaves, squirrels, and walnuts. The walkway resembled a mural. He felt the breeze stroke his brown hair. He savored the warm sun’s kiss on his rosy cheeks. He listened to his life inside him. It felt very good to walk down a path with the breeze in his face, the sun loving him, and realizing how perfect he was all around. While walking further into the forest, he heard the faint, steady rhythm of his heartbeat. A little fast, but very pleasurable. He also faintly heard himself breathing in and out peacefully. His deep breathing was the strong wind that swept the path. This was his time. With himself.
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