Freedom

The tires race down the black pavement, still damp from the passing storm. Brad Marshall is sitting behind the wheel, his eyes returning to the long stretch of open highway sprawling in front of his white Subaru. As the car travels across the grassy plain, dark skies give way to a magnificent purple radiance from the West. The green lush that lines the road signifies the arrival of spring, not a minute too early. A clear destination in sight, he steps on the accelerator and smiles to himself, aware of the joyful scene that awaits....

That's just about how I feel right now. I don't mean to imitate my friend's sentiments, but spring fever is in the air. Track is starting, some old and new faces in the mix. After an exhausting week, I finally feel as if I can relax a little and unbutton the collar. Other issues resolved with resolve, freedom has graced my mind, and I have welcomed it in to stay.