(A simple cloth bound diary sits here, waiting for someone to turn the pages, to experience what it took to walk such a hard line. You turn it open and realize it's blank! Then suddenly the pages whirl and you see a date almost 15 years ago and then you are sucked inside the diary with a popping noise and in a puff of rose petals you vanish. The white book closes and none are the wiser for you being able to gaze into the past.)
Laughter, it's from a child. A young girl runs through the tall grass of her homeland toward her father. He scoops her into his arms and twirls her about and she squeals in delight. The day is warm with a gentle breeze that cools you to contentment. Following the young girl and her father you watch the fields yield to a small cottage with a large yard. Wooden constructs are scattered about the yard. There is a man walking between the wooden constructs suspended by a rope. Carefully he places one foot in front of the other until he finds the next wooden platform. This man dressed in simple cloths just like the father and daughter smiled at them and gave a short bow to which the little girl clapped.
"I'm going to do it this time!" She exclaimed and climbed up to the man who helpeder her onto the platform.
"Remember, my angel, balance flows through you naturally. Release that which weighs you down and you won't tip over one way or the other!" The father took up a position under the rope to catch the girl if needed. The girl kicked off her shoes and socks and felt inched her way to the rope. The course fibers poked at her feet with the rope pulled so tight, but she had gotten over that a while ago. She held out her hands to steady herself then took the first step. Her legs tense and the rope shakes slightly but again she steady's herself. Another step and the girl breathes in and then steps again. About halfway through, the tight line beneath her begins to shake under her wobbling legs and after some gesticulating she falls into her fathers arms.
The image shifts and you are in a crowded market, the father and man from the last are suspended from buildings by the same kind of rope. They do tricks and juggle atop the rope. It's as if they're more at home walking the line than standing on the ground. The little girl looked upward with other onlookers and then suddenly the scene stops.
