RUNNING:
I remember the wind streaming through my hair and the ground flying under my feet. The pine trees blurred past like a stroke of an artist’s brush. The sun shined brilliantly through the foliage, making everything glow. The wind whistling over the dunes was music to my ears, flowing over my mind like milk and honey. The wide, open spaces seemed so vast that they seemed like they could go on forever. Deer ran with me in leaps and bounds, we glided smoothly over the terrain like we were flying. And we all ran together through the trees by the meadow by the river, rushing by, with the sun smiling on our backs. Time didn’t exist. The world kept on turning. Birds chirped happily. We were free…once.
But not anymore.