Walking on the cool strands of green grass tickling your feet with every step. The freedom on the open field begins to appeal you, call you. You begin to dance, you begin to jump to heights you have never reached before. The speed of the wind whipping your hair and gently stroking your skin with its warmth. Clench it, don't let it pass you by, freedom comes with mistakes but freedom isn't real unless you're ready to include them. You have your own space, and your own freedom to own the enclosure. 


"To know how to feel oneself is nothing; the arduous thing is to know what to do with one's freedom" - Andre Gide