The sands of time continuously run, forever a step ahead of the realm of mortal life. People constantly spend their lives chasing after the abstract concept of blossoming life in a pathetically futile attempt to shed themselves from their past and morph their future into an eternal ‘now’ of youth. Yet, the first drop of rain always falls before one has the chance to fish for an umbrella. In the forever bustling city life where people stumble and run a losing match against the ticking of their watches, the relentless rain continues to pour down. Each drop of mother nature’s tears fall against the cold, harsh concrete foundations of humanity.

Despite the hurried backdrop of human life, there were still a few in the world who lived life at their own pace. They found greater contentment in witnessing the smaller details of nature that evolved over longer periods of time, such as the gradual passing of the clouds. Their gradients of progression did not mirror that of the strict system of the calendar. Rather, matter simply slowed down for them.