Module 7

 I was walking through the park on a crisp autumn afternoon, the golden leaves crunching beneath my boots. The air was cool, with just a hint of warmth from the setting sun. Everything felt calm almost too calm as I made my way down the familiar winding path. Then, just as I reached the old stone bridge, I heard a rustling behind me. Startled, I turned to see a squirrel darting out of a nearby tree, clutching something in its paws. In a blink, the creature bolted across the path, and before I could react, it leapt onto the railing of the bridge. As if it were showing off, the squirrel paused there for a moment, balancing effortlessly. I chuckled softly to myself, thinking how bizarre it was to see such a small creature with so much confidence.

But then, the situation changed. The squirrel, perhaps startled by the sound of my laugh, suddenly lost its balance. In slow motion, it tumbled off the railing and plummeted toward the ground below. My heart raced as I instinctively rushed forward, but by the time I reached the edge, it had already landed safely in a pile of leaves. I exhaled a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. The situation had shifted so quickly from a peaceful walk to a brief moment of panic but just as quickly, everything returned to normal. The squirrel, unscathed, scampered off into the underbrush. I stood there for a moment, my pulse still racing, before continuing my walk.