I want freedom. So I am running through sepia grass that tickles my bare waist, leaving red marks above my jeans. My arms are stretched out and tingle because I have held them there for so long. I begin to run, but immediately trip. I decide to just walk, and soon stumble. Surprised at my clumsiness, I keep trying, with the same result each time. I cry. Frusturated, I keep trying. Keep trying. Keep trying, trying trying trying trying crying crying crying. I fall down.

But I don't fall. My eyes were closed a moment ago, but now they are open. I was caught in the arms of one of many trees. A hundred and two rings inside (I know) if I were to cut open. Earthen scents kiss my lips, and I am wrapped in a wool and cotton cloak. Safe and supported. Unexpected sight and thankful blindness.

This was my day today.