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I strolled slowly down Neel St. empty-handed, having just visited the post office. The breeze blew pleasantly in my face - I was reminded of the night before, when it was so blustery the National Weather Service Office had issued a wind advisory. But this morning, the wind was much calmer, blowing the few loose strands of hair towards the front of my scalp around freely.
As I approached the corner of Neel and the street giving access to Altamirano, I decided to pull my hair back a bit more - this is something I do regularly, to the point of pretty much being part of my OCD - so I reach up, grab a half of my ponytail in each hand, and pull, bringing the barrette tighter against my head. This time, as I've done before, I tightened it just a tad too much, and twin lines of tension made themselves known on top of my head. I kind of jokingly imagined them as my horns, allowing the feeling to sink in as I rounded the corner.
The tree limbs to my left, placed as they were before the backdrop of the Quebradas and the mountains in the distance, seemed to trigger something; as it began, I had no idea what it was. Suddenly, however, I found myself on a trail high in the mountains, the view absolutely stunning - mist gathered in the valley before me, and all around me were various plants; the air was so clean and crisp, it was refreshing, though cold. To my left where the trees had been, there was a shrub sporting these lovely flowers:
I knew immediately where I was, but not because I recognized the lay of the land - it was because my horns had become real. I could truly feel them jutting out of my skull.
I was Baphijmm, and this was Tibet.
All this had occured within the blink of an eye; I was brought back to Socorro as swiftly as I was taken away, stunned and confused. Where was I really? I reasoned that, wherever I actually was, I should probably get myself out of the middle of this street, so I quickly made my way up to the sidewalk, where it finally dawned on me what had just happened. I stood on the sidewalk corner for a few seconds, just staring at the mountains in the distance, pondering what I had just seen.
As I approached the corner of Neel and the street giving access to Altamirano, I decided to pull my hair back a bit more - this is something I do regularly, to the point of pretty much being part of my OCD - so I reach up, grab a half of my ponytail in each hand, and pull, bringing the barrette tighter against my head. This time, as I've done before, I tightened it just a tad too much, and twin lines of tension made themselves known on top of my head. I kind of jokingly imagined them as my horns, allowing the feeling to sink in as I rounded the corner.
The tree limbs to my left, placed as they were before the backdrop of the Quebradas and the mountains in the distance, seemed to trigger something; as it began, I had no idea what it was. Suddenly, however, I found myself on a trail high in the mountains, the view absolutely stunning - mist gathered in the valley before me, and all around me were various plants; the air was so clean and crisp, it was refreshing, though cold. To my left where the trees had been, there was a shrub sporting these lovely flowers:
I knew immediately where I was, but not because I recognized the lay of the land - it was because my horns had become real. I could truly feel them jutting out of my skull.
I was Baphijmm, and this was Tibet.
All this had occured within the blink of an eye; I was brought back to Socorro as swiftly as I was taken away, stunned and confused. Where was I really? I reasoned that, wherever I actually was, I should probably get myself out of the middle of this street, so I quickly made my way up to the sidewalk, where it finally dawned on me what had just happened. I stood on the sidewalk corner for a few seconds, just staring at the mountains in the distance, pondering what I had just seen.