The wind blew the rain in my face, but I didn't care. My feet thudded onto the pavement, jarring my spine, but I didn't notice. I needed to run. My heart lifted, and I flew far away, blown in the wind. A strange warmth bloomed from my chest and spread through me to the tips of my fingers. I closed my eyes, lifting my arms to the sky and twirling. I was young for the first time, free. I leaped the drain from the pavement to the field and let my fingertips brush over the tall grass. When I was deep in the field, I slowed down and noticed for the first time that the rain had stopped, leaving a trail of fresh mist in its wake. The grass was so tall I could barely see over it. All around me, a sea of green and gold blew in the wind, and I was master of the sky.