Green Grass and Heather…
It is morning and I find myself facing the eastern sky to bless the new day; I watch in awe as the coolness of the night melds with the golden rays of the sun. As if a stranger to my own body, I run down a furrowed road, wind caressing my face, I am at peace living in the moment in the right place. I leave the road to follow a path into unfamiliar woods; I stare into the darkness beyond the trees.
I walked out of the darkness into a meadow, a sea of green grass and heather spread before me like purple froth upon a stormy sea; I began to run wildly at the anticipation of being free. As I reach the foot of a mountain my life, seem so very clear, I knew that freedom was very near. At the summit, I leaned over the rocky ledge, suddenly I begin to fall; will I die when I hit the bottom I thought. I plunge toward the valley below jolted to consciousness by moans that fill the void where I lay; I opened my eyes dawn was outside my window, and I realized that I had been dreaming; it was another new day.
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