Sisyphus watches the boulder come to rest, it bounced funny this time. He looks up, and gazes out over the ridgeline, following it up into the sky. He breathes it in, majestic!
Sharp eyes capture everything, from here, all of creation.
He slows his breath, extending time.
10 breaths before the descent, the slower he goes, the longer he has. Seconds becoming Ages. 1, 2, 3 … and during that walk back down, the best sense of peace he has ever found.