freedom

I love the early morning when it is dark outside, and inside it is me and the cats and coffee. It feels safe and I feel safe at this time of day. No one can have any expectations of me. I am free. I can do what I want, experience the world the way I want. Dream awake.
 I always return to the same place. The fields and woods around the farm on Bayview. I walk those same paths over and over and I can remember every tree and plant and bend in the creek.

 If quiet I can actually make myself believe that I am hearing the creek waters move.