This isn’t concrete country. This is green and blue, give and take, wake up when the sunlight brightens your eyes and there’s miles to go country. This is what happens when we leave something alone. It grows and breathes and stretches and there’s no walls for it to hit when it reaches up big and tall. It learns to dream without a ceiling. The windows fall away and there’s no doors because we don’t need to shut anyone away. We look up and up and up and wonder what would happen if we jumped high enough. We get close. We kneel down. We don’t run away. We feel less alone out here than in the city where the roads can’t connect between buildings. The buildings block the only way out.

Start walking. You’ve got time.