Day 102 : Quiet Mornings - 0km

Rest day in Nairn Centre.

I walk through the fresh cut grass. Wet from a cold night, soft from days of rain.

Bare feet squishing in the cold earth as the morning sun heats my bare arms.

Girls that say they don't like dresses must be lying.

The freedom of air on bare legs, flowing up and out the top.

The horses call for each other when they're separated.

I love to watch them run just because they want to.

A full, empty day ahead.

I know it will be hot, but for now, I cup both hands around my warm coffee

and visit my two gentle friends.

Morning kisses and stomping legs.

The freedom is tangible in the wind on my skin, through my hair and turning tree branches over.

Ask me what I want for my birthday, I'll say a few things,

But really, I have everything I need.