The Nose

It was a cold, crisp morning in the hill-top estate in San Fransisco. The cold air that was blowing through the window made me shiver uncontrollably. I couldn't help it, the cold was just to much for me. I continued to shiver until, all of a sudden, I shook off the face I was attached to. Unfortunately, the face was hanging out of a window in a house located in the highest parts of San Fransisco. So, I fell to the ground without anything to break my fall. Luckily, I hit the ground at an angle and started rolling down the hill into the city. As I rolled, everything flashed before my nostrils. I passed people, cars, buses, parks, everything. I just couldn't be stopped. I could smell everything happening around me: the baking of bread, the braking of train-cars, the pollution of factories in the air. Suddenly, I was abruptly stopped by something. As i smelled upwards, I saw a nose-less face. It was fate. As the face picked me up and put me in my place, I realized I was where I needed to be. Fate had brought me to where I was most needed.