The Day Freedom Became Real

The wind was enough to keep them occupied. It rushed in through the windows and formed a blanket of silence across curiosity. For a moment they didn't have to think. They didn't have to wonder, or yearn, or feel, they just knew. They drove through the mountains. The trees unfolded down endless hills in perfect rows, greeting the late afternoon sun at the perfect angle. They lost themselves in each others eyes, often finding they had fallen too deep into each others being to find a way out. They drank the sunshine through the pores of their bodies, awakening peacefulness, calming their discontent. A poignant haze rose about in their minds, releasing themselves of all restraints and perplexity. A moment that reduced the grind to simplicity, that belittled them in a humble momentary realization of contentment. 1

They triumphed as individuals, rejoicing in their differences, indulging in their similarities. Finding creation in meaninglessness. Finding brighter hues of color inside the blacks and whites that once offered them a false sense of familiarity. Letting the deceit not anger them, but allowing them to plea to the universe for strength, to push past the fogginess of their minds and find true clarity. 2

They let their minds wander, much like the tires that rotated across the gravel road. The sound of rocks crinkled underneath them, vibrating their senses with a pace, that smoothed together like a symphony of satisfaction. They drove out of the golden forests, waving goodbye, and thanking nature for it's maternal comfort. They found themselves in the heart of the chaos they had been avoiding. Cars bustled behind them, cutting in front of them, honking from their lefts and rights. They had left the eye of the storm, and now adventured into it the winds of it's wrath, it's true nature exposed to them like a naked body. Their minds raced as their thoughts stumbled over each other. Their rhythmical pace, now was interrupted with a hastiness that left them in raw confusion. Their amplified senses, now a hindrance, rather than an occasion of playful curiosity and adventure. They became rushed in spasms of frantic anxiety, screaming at each other, fidgeting wildly with their hands, their peaceful illusions now warped into visions of tormenting hallucinations. The blacks seeped into their perceptions, veins crawling up their faces, eyes melting down their cheeks, hands swelling, enigmatic laughter, lights of green flashing in their heads. They gabbled in their chaotic mayhem of panic, blaming each other, cursing the air, their eyes awaken with tremors of amplified paranoia. 3

They finally made their way out of the city, back into the vastness of the country. They got out of the car and wandered aimlessly through the labrynth of sidewalks, mystified by the overwhelming sheets of color that exceeded even their perceptions. The found their way to a small swing set, relieved that they found an outlet of release. They swayed back and forth on the swings, the clouds huvering above in shapes that offered realism to the illusions. The moisture of the previous rain fall flooded the land with a shimmer that burnt the retnas of their youthful eyes. Puddles discovered unheard of species of animals that never before graced the earth's soil. Time became obsolete. Reason became futile. And freedom. Freedom became real. 4