forsyth | Another Drabble

Times like these made all the rest of the bullshit worthwhile. Time and space narrowed down to the tiny bubble of here. The wind, the feel of the bark, the startled calls of confused birds disturbed by a sudden lack of noise. All the worries of the world gone, just the rhythm of branch, grab, leap, branch, brain three leaps ahead. The months of training, the "character building" chores, the mumbo jumbo, all boiled down to their useful bits right now, skipping by while gravity was looking the other way. Here, the forest was a highway. Just don't look down.