Freedom is:
The wind in my hair.
The smell of trees on that wind.
The act of making something.
A fresh mug of tea.
The Ocean and its waves.
Springsummer storms.
The smell of autumn.
Dancing with reckless abandon under many colored lights.
Dancing with reckless abandon in the moonlight.
Being silent as shadows.
Burning bright as the stars.
Surprise kisses.
Embracing darkness without fear.
Fearlessness.
Living dreams mindfully.
Knowing when to step away.
Bending as the path bends.
Welcoming those surprises.
Letting yourself be happy.
Never giving in, or at least, not for long.
Holding hands.
Letting go without losing what cannot be lost.
The wind in my hair.
The smell of trees on that wind.
The act of making something.
A fresh mug of tea.
The Ocean and its waves.
Springsummer storms.
The smell of autumn.
Dancing with reckless abandon under many colored lights.
Dancing with reckless abandon in the moonlight.
Being silent as shadows.
Burning bright as the stars.
Surprise kisses.
Embracing darkness without fear.
Fearlessness.
Living dreams mindfully.
Knowing when to step away.
Bending as the path bends.
Welcoming those surprises.
Letting yourself be happy.
Never giving in, or at least, not for long.
Holding hands.
Letting go without losing what cannot be lost.