Freedom

The watercolor sphere above me reflects in the dark ocean below
The sky slowly dims as it creeps towards dusk
A light breeze toys with my hair as it lazily wanders over me
A pale crescent rises into the increasingly darkening sky
The first stars appear, dancing in rhythm with the chirping of crickets
I can hear the waves lapping softly against the ghostly white sand below
I gently run my fingers through the tall grass I’m standing in
Fireflies dart around my head, creating slender lightning bolts through the air
When I breathe in, I can smell the salt in the air, mixed with the fainter smell of roses
When I breathe out, I feel completely free.