The beauty of landscape and the portrait

As the river spans endlessly in a landscape filled with serenity, he gazes at the horizon and feels with a sense of amazement that there cannot be a more congenial place to paint her portrait. As the sky seems to paint the river water blue, he gets ready to paint the epitome of beauty.
"I am already done with two full cups of coffee and I would be needing more caffeine to paint her", he tells to himself with a smile on his face while looking at her image he had drawn some time back and orders for a cup of stronger coffee this time. He selects a brown shade to paint the colour of her skin which creates a striking contrast with her shining bright eyes.
He strokes the brush gently and  spreads the colour evenly to capture the immaculate complexion of her skin. He paints her stunning smile showing her perfectly aligned teeth and her flowing hairstyle with hair falling slightly on her forehead.
Just like the landscape seems incomplete without the horizon, he knows the beauty of the portrait cannot be complete without painting her eyes he has reserved for the end.

  

Another day at the Olympics?

The stage is set. It is yet another day in olympics with many records tumbling and medals won. He continuously stares at the horizontal bar which he needs to clear.
He would have done it comfortably had it been one of those high jumps taken during his training sessions. For the first time he starts feeling the pressure to perform at the biggest occasion of his life.
Years of focus and intense practice has finally brought him to the stage he has always dreamt of. As his turn comes, he takes his position and sets himself up for the launch. He suddenly feels a wave of confidence rushing through his blood and everything starting to seem familiar.
In his usual way he plans his execution by creating a map in his mind, marking all the points spaced at distances he should be reaching with each step he takes.
3-2-1 and he starts pacing down exactly how he does everytime. As he gets closer to the bar his speed goes up, covering larger distance with each step, very much in accordance with his virtual map.
And then he launches himself and curls his way down without brushing the bar and hits the mat. As he starts jumping with jubilation, he realises rather painfully that he has fallen down on the floor from his bed.