The lonely girl, lost in her musical escape, soaks up the elements as she rides along the narrow, sun-dappled road. Green fairy realms blur by her and she swears she sees the tip of a red pointed hat disappearing into a kudzu mound. The scene passes by too quickly to be sure, though. She laughs and tries not to plunge off the path into the deep, thorny valley below. Broken limbs are not on her agenda, today.
At the bottom of a steep hill, she pushes herself to climb… one pedal at a time… until she reaches the peak. Triumphant and breathing hard. The pain and pleasure, mixing together, to bring her higher than she’s been in a while. Only taking a second to bask in her victory, before she throws up her arms and lets the momentum carry her away. Flying. Free. High-fiving death, with energetic glee. Here, she can, but for a moment, taste the dimension that she came from. And she feels complete.