It is getting a little warmer in the mornings now, which is perhaps why I woke early, while it was still dark. On an impulse, quite naked, I crept downstairs to the front door and peeked out. It was quiet and no one was about and so I went out into the street and ran down the hill as only the young can run. My bare feet hardly touched the ground and at times believe it or not I actually flew. I ran from all the sorrows of the world and towards the dawn as free and as full of joy as a young bird. It was most likely just a dream; and yet, I remember no awakening.
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