the wind teased her hair playfully, lifting the loose ends onto its breezy waves. the sun shone down, a saturated blur. they ran. i ran. she ran. absorbing every hue of daylight, spirits flying, inner serenity overflowing with every step on the green grass. a run turned into a sprint. a sprint towards the light, the hope. the awayness of it all. running away from everything but her. no filters. just red, gleaming cheeks. a panting breath. a hand sliding around your waist. no longer running. just the intoxicated stumble supported by each other. a stumble turning into rhythmic steps to keep us from falling over the edge. a spin. spinning in a circle in each other's arms. spinning. spinning. faster and faster. breaths coming out in gasps for air between the smiling laughter. the world blurring around them. two happy people, turning and turning, the only thing holding them together: manic love. their surrounding vision fades, the scenery fading like a melting painting, all the colours and lights of the summery field mangled. all they could see was each other.
