Unburdened

Spinning and spinning around the opulent room, you feel air run through your hair as you dance. Dig into the cold hard earth, feel the soil beneath your fingers. The breeze kisses your face as you bring new growth into light. The light of the sun can never meet your skin, but the silver of the moon rains down, enough to see by. Breath in the scent of soil and rain, hear the chirping of the crickets and the croaking of the frogs. You close your eyes, unburdened, if only for the moment, by the troubles of the past – and future.