She was seventeen years old, a child that was friendly, cheerful and young. She was constantly consumed in the beauty of being alone in the blue clean air. Just as the brightest star kissed the tip-top of the mountain

–She felt herself-

As the darling girl moved, above her flew crystal white birds and below her shadow danced pink poppies. The brunette stands gliding over her shoulders. Skipping rocks shot out beneath her feet, easily emotion would flood her mind and then slowly it was suppressed, she allowed the sweeping winds to blow her problems away. Her body would perspire but perhaps that was the reason she ran, maybe she wasn’t just running but quite possibly she was letting her problems run out of her, maybe she believed they would disappear into thin atmosphere. At this point in time the vanishing feeling was all she desired.