barefoot.... running through a field.... free, like a deer, a bird, a child...
Not even the stones beneath can stop me with their sharp edges, or the hard pavement. My feet will grow tough, and it will no longer bother me. The sweet feeling of moist dirt, of sand, of soft grass.
Running... flying free across the hard packed ground... one with the nature around me...
Amazing how good it feels to go barefoot.... not something that everyone understands... but something that is special... natural... kissing the earth for a fleeting moment... and then moving on like a gazelle... flying... running... forever.... forever..... into the woods, into the trees, into the sunset.... forever....
-written 3/20/2011-
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