Flight

By Elise Flagg, TIWP Student

My feet sprint across the field, stomping across the already dead weeds. Colors of flowers pass me by like light, and I give no more thought to them. The grass tries to tickle my ankles but I’m never in one place for long enough to allow them. My dress flows behind me like the ocean, not once getting caught on the rose’s thorn. My bare feet feel each bump in the field as I scurry across it, forgetting what I’m running from. The sun edges closer to the horizon, escaping my reach. My feet go faster, even the birds are impressed. The wind pushes my hair back for me, caressing my rosy, sunlit cheeks. Everything seems to disappear around me and all of a sudden, I’m flying. 

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