Itchy Feet

  Something I've always loved, even as a young girl, has been leaving my warm bed to escape from the everyday familiarity. There's just something so serene and adventurous about the dawn that I can't quite find the words for. Running away with myself becomes oddly romantic when I get to slip out the door into the cool, dark morning while the rest of the world sleeps on. I speed away as the sun tries to catch up to my tires and flood the earth with its light.
  You know when you see fog hovering over a grassy field with just enough light to make it seem eerie and beautiful all at once? So many times I've wanted to pull my car over and lose myself somewhere in it. If I were to run through the middle, I wonder if there would be an opening from where my body broke through, or maybe it would be so impenetrable that my path would disappear right along with me. Maybe it would be both. I'd like to think that I could change the outcome according to how I feel. If my small body could made a difference in something so dense; if it could create a void in the mist, then there would at least be some sort of proof that I'd been there. Maybe someone would see it and wonder.  At the same time I would be just as content to not leave any trace of my existence in the fog. It can be comforting to be able to disappear into solitude knowing that you truly are alone. 

Until then, bless my restless bones and wandering feet