The Epic Hero: Part Three

The rain falls upon his head as he stands in deep concentration, unable to move. Just as the heavens open up, and pour a waterfall onto the earth, our Hero looks up and sees a most peculiar object. The women of his desires is flying. Each day our thoughts swirl around our mind as water in a whirlpool. I see her doing a backstroke through the current of my mind as if in the calm waters of an evening bath. Her eyes are closed and her arms are out; she is flying. No, she is floating, floating high above the earth and all of its problems like a balloon. To our Hero however, she is right above his head, not wanting to leave this melancholy world without him. He reaches up and is carried away by his own lightheartedness …