Flying Sleeves

Laying underneath my canopy of trees shaped into a crooked cresent, towering over me, I couldn't help but feel vividly alive. My arms were slicked in a dusting of dirt and sweat, but with the cool air gently kissing my arms and the branches rustling above, it feels just right at that moment in time, and anything else would have been too much. My arms were a slight achy and my hair damp after running around and around the yard, feeling invincible, my heart hammering in my chest and my calves burning. It was the kind of moment in time that I've been searching for too long, almost forgetting what it feels like to laugh for no given reason, or feel alive and feeling like I was having the time of my life.

"It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right

I hope you had the time of your life."

I'm still a child at heart, I don't want to be a teenager. I'm happy still playing outside and pretending that the trees have minds of their own. I love doing what I'm doing. So I'll do it.

Today, I bought a sweatshirt with raglin sleeves that are so soft and lightweight It is the best thing I think I've ever bought. I can see myself running into the waves by the ocean, my hair spraying out in back of me, or maybe me up on a hill, poised to run down it, the sleeves flying out in back of me.

I haven't been this happy in awhile. Sorry 'bout all the depressing posts I've been giving you lately. I really am.