But at that time, Derek had returned with one pant to spare. I tiredly hopped on his back. Time wasn't spared. For the first time, I saw everything move past me at thunder's speed. I held onto him tightly when the course became rough. Colossal trees we go by, the boy dodging the bushes and short stalks that branched out.
After so little time, I begin to see light the more we approach.
It didn't take longer than a minute. He seems to slow down, before the trees would stop. The moment we touch light, he doesn't move.
I gasp softly.
I try to grasp the unreal picture. Lined above the winding path below, surrounded by evergreen, I found nothing but yellow, painted into an ocean of plant. Beyond me for a million miles, I see bleeding neon color beneath the baby blue of sky. It's so radiant, I feel like a flying butterfly. I feel more comforted.
