All she sees is the road ahead of her; behind her there is nothing left. That was her past, and all she cares about now is right now. She hears the scuff her Converse make as they hit the pavement. She is running at full speed now. Her heart is pumping up and down, up and down. It is like music to her ears. She sees a cloud off in the distance and pretty soon it starts to sprinkle. Before long she is running in the midst of a full blown storm, but it feels good! Oh! It feels so good as the raindrops wash the perspiration off of her face. She is in a state of bliss. She wants to keep this feeling forever, and she never wants to stop running. What is this new feeling that is beginning to embrace her every movement?
Is this what freedom feels like?