…The gate swung open. Fresh air! With a steady stride I marched forward. Confident. Free. Crickets cheered on somewhere far in the field of wild grass. I lifted my face up to the sky. Time paused for a while, as the sun’s warmth penetrated into my pours. I smiled. “This is happiness,” I sang out softly. My heart was happy. And a youthful laughter filled my breath… It’s real. I’m not dreaming. Wings large and strong. I’m Free.
Your Truly,
-From the Book of Thought.