If only we can sneak out and enjoy the Freedom of Mother Earth in all her glory in the dead of the night and feel the wind kissing our cheeks and hear the crunching of the sand under our shoes. Looking up to see the star-studded sky and the yellow stripe on the pavement telling us to stay in our lane. Was it real? I drifted off to sleep only to dream of the longing to be uninhibited again.
This is a wonderful piece, Michael, capturing the imagination of a child, the heady feeling of pushing boundaries, and the awe, the wonder, of what the world beyond childhood might look like. The story is uplifting, poignant.
Wow, this was awesome! One of those stories that hooks you with the first sentence or two. And the writing is terrific. Thank you.
If only we can sneak out and enjoy the Freedom of Mother Earth in all her glory in the dead of the night and feel the wind kissing our cheeks and hear the crunching of the sand under our shoes. Looking up to see the star-studded sky and the yellow stripe on the pavement telling us to stay in our lane. Was it real? I drifted off to sleep only to dream of the longing to be uninhibited again.
This is a wonderful piece, Michael, capturing the imagination of a child, the heady feeling of pushing boundaries, and the awe, the wonder, of what the world beyond childhood might look like. The story is uplifting, poignant.