It was a tranquil morning. Harold could feel a faint breeze pass across his face then rustle through the nearby trees, carpeting the silence with a gentle steady hush. Now and then he heard the lilting warble of a lonely robin, fluttering on the wind as it vanished into the emptiness of the day. As the minutes passed, Harold felt the stillness of Time itself, stretching endlessly through past and future, into dimensions known and unknown, and he wondered if his double cheeseburger with onion rings would ever arrive.
Have it your way, Sharon H.