13 August 2012
I felt the rush as the wind gushed past my ankles, playing games with my hair. I hear the whistles through the trees, this might frighten the faint hearted, but not me, I find comfort in the unknown. The blades of grass dance to the invisible melody and the birds hum a joyful tune. When I whiz past the countryside on my bicycle I am free and the world is alive.
Living • Opuss № I