Press. Gang. Flash. Bang.

I found myself staring again.
Off to the wide rolling fields of emerald, under the stretch of sky that seemed to trance on into the impossible.
It was all too surreal.

I wondered if it was a mistake coming here.

The green, and flora overwhelmed me from the start.
I spent a few days just slouched at the window sill, jaw slack. My digits trembling.

I have found nothing that could surpass the feeling doused upon me as I stepped outside for the first time.

I felt the chilled breeze rolling off the lake.

The scent of perfumed wildflowers wafted around my being and assaulted my senses.

I soaked up every last ray of sun as it danced, beaming down at me from the sky.

I ran.

Perhaps I had forgotten-- Or maybe I had never known how much I loved to run.
Quickly, I bounded into great looping strides that not even the wind could keep up with.

I laughed, as if the whole world wasn't enough to contain it.
I figured I might as well fill it.