There is something about being out here.
Something that pulls me out of bed each morning, grabs my jacket or pulls a hoodie over my unkempt hair and I am off to breathe in the morning air
Something that I am still trying to figure out, taking pictures that I will later write about
But for now..
I sit on the ground facing dark green bushes and leafless trees
Pondering about my day ahead, trying to decide if I will stay awake or get back into my bed
My hands burn from the freezing temperature but after awhile it no longer bothers me
As I get lost in my imagination, envisioning freedom
It hits me
Here in my backyard, where all negativity is absent
Is freedom from disturbance.