I’m standing atop a high hill, looking out at the beautiful world from stinging eyes, feeling the wind brush against my sides as if beckoning me to raise my arms and declare myself capable of taking on anything and everything.
And then I wake up.

I’m standing atop a high hill, looking out at the beautiful world from stinging eyes, feeling the wind brush against my sides as if beckoning me to raise my arms and declare myself capable of taking on anything and everything.

And then I wake up.