I could not help myself imagining in quieter times.

The highways with cars honking, people blabbering, not to mention the modern technology that led us to have a better life.

I found myself agaped on what I saw.

A rainbow on top with the gloomy sky.

I planned to leave the city by following the skeptical illusion of the rainbow.

As I travel alone, echoes filled my ear, awakening the trees and satisfy the woods with dilating sounds.

Soon afterwards, I arrived in the canyons where the rainbow has led me.

The deep valleys welcomed me as they stand sturdily into the grounds.

I confine myself, convincing it that this is not a dream, expecting the echoes to come again, the echoes which, as they die out behind me, sounds like raindrops running backwards to its source, and therefore returns me back to where I am, to start again.