24 August 2012
Jump through the long grass.
I break into a run
I see it in my sight.
There it is!
It is so close!
It is mine not his.
I see him, he thinks he can out run me.
He is wrong.
The windmill is right there!
I pump my arms, trying to remain strong.
Only two seconds and I will be there!
This adrenaline, this joy!
I get to the mill.
My friend comes up behind me looking coy.
But I won the race, no excitement like it!
No Excitement Like It • Opuss № I