Free Writing- Grassy Fields

(July) The grassy fields, green stalks waving in the cool winds. Short gusts catch my eye as they move across the tops in undulating waves. I`m briefly taken back to my childhood, watching sand dunes as I watch the grass before me. But that was a different world, a different life. The future stands around me, as ever changing as the complex geometry of the pulsing grass. It is easy to see the trail through - the wind finds the break in the trodden grass and creates a funnel - as clear a mark as I`l ever need. I`m dressed for speed and silence. No metal surfaces, no rough cloth, tight and light fabric that moves with me.

But still I pause in this grassland, knowing I lose distance with every second. But if I cannot enjoy these wild areas so full of everything man is not then I cannot justify the desire to finish my quest. It is moments like these that I have to continuously renew my evaluation of the world. To choose at every step the reason for acting, that is why I continue. So I take another breath of this air and I smell fragrance of earth and the distinct aroma of grass that cries green in my brain. Still and breathing. Then off across the plains, the enjoyment of the senses forgotten as I once again slip from life and choose death, pursuing it and the salvation promised long ago.