Later, Pat said to me, “That was so cool when you just started running …”
Magic hour also means crazy hour. It went to my head. It was too much. I had to somehow get it OUT. I had to EXPRESS it. I had to MOVE. The sun was going down. The shadows were violet and cool but the sun’s rays were long and golden, and we could see for miles and miles. The woods were ablaze.
It was too much sensation … I was going to EXPLODE! So I took off … and just started RUNNING through the fields. By myself. I ran …. and ran … and ran … and Pat, Laurie, and Michael all started screaming … an exhilarating moment for some reason … shouting, screaming, bursts of adrenaline … there she goes …
Like you can’t get enough of the world. I love this.
I wanted to just blast OFF into that gold!! If I could run fast enough … maybe I could fly??