Tuesday, December 8, 2015

Running up that hill

Except, it doesn't really feel like I've been running up a hill, but running down a hill. Running down a hill at high speed, with the wind exuberant and flipping my hair, eyes squinting and the sun beaming softly on my shoulders. I'm 25 and I'm running down the most wonderful hill that from here seems green and to go on endlessly.