The warm sun beats upon the earth as the subtle breeze gently sweeps from side to side across my skin. The joyous birds sing in hushed tones-everything seems so calm and serene. Not a care in the world. I look out upon the parched field, the sun is so bright, I just barely have to squint. The forest has a green tinge-not just one, but many. Jumping from bench to table, and so forth and so on. The music plays softly in the background, Jack Johnson I believe, and we all softly sing along. The grass tickles the soles of my feet as I run freely. As if this is my home, my calling, and nothing can get in the way of me feeling free. With my mind wide open, ready for anything.
By Brigid
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