Overwhelmed, the girl slams out of the house.
Normally, she’d flee to the beach, to stand barefoot on the endless golden sands, listen to the crashing waves, feel the breeze on her face, smell the salt air and look to the never-ending horizon. The freedom of her soul.
But times are not normal, and she can’t escape by her usual route.
Pacing back and forth, her bare feet are tickled by grass, she hears the rustling trees, smells the flowers, feels the warm sun on her face, she looks up to the forget-me-not blue sky and there finds another escape.