Sunday, July 25, 2010

Runner












I dream of being a runner. Light as a feather on my toes. The wind blowing my hair. The earth catching my stride. Free to move. Free to let go.

2 comments:

The Noonan's said...

I hear St Elmo's Fire playing in the background!

The Noonan's said...

i meant chariots of fire - should not write comments while talking to a 5 year old in battle ...