freedom

freedom is breathing in the night air and feeling satisfied for the moment, for all it's perceived lack...it is a moment guaranteed to no one and yet...when one is present to the gift...one is alive and oh so grateful...

freedom is the full moon's glow as your child revels in the marvel she is witnessing and then, attempts to tell a story about the glorious sight she is privy to...and all because you set aside the "rules" and took your children on a "moonwalk"...

freedom is knowing he is on his way and when he arrives it will be right on time because you will be ready...and all this readiness, what will it be for? for the simplest of pleasures...a soft kiss, a lean on a shoulder, a silent night spent in the companionship of your love, your friend, your soulmate...

freedom...freedom is...no box can hold it, no story can bind it...it is, simply what it is...and it is all that it needs to be...