Getting away from the grey pavements and the close streets, I stomp through wide-open fields and empty hedgerows, under a vast, blue sky.
I feel lonely, but free.
The cold morning creates a magical world. My breath hangs in the air, like dragon’s breath. The pale grass is still frosted from last night. In the sun it glistens like sparkling pixies skating on ice.
But of course, it’s all an illusion. The frost will melt, the pixie lights extinguish, the clouds return, and the freedom of the wide-open space will be limited by the next place I have to be.