Freedom is

I. Sunlight brushing over the shallow container of dishwashing liquid.
A child blows bubbles and chases them,
floating towards the lavender bushes.

II. A blackbird smoothing the clouds with its wings
as blue sky sneaks through.

III. Counting seconds between breaths.

IV. Knowing you are a piece of a machine
larger than you can fathom
but understanding your impact
on the parts around you.

V. Like a dog on a walk.
Little pieces of intrigue scattered everywhere
and never enough time to sniff at it all.

VI. Being able to get up in the morning.

VII. Sitting on the edge of the pier
where the waves lap at your legs.
Salted air caresses your hair
and never tasted as sweet as in this moment.

VIII. Getting lost in the sounds of a new band.
No sense of time nor place except for what the music dictates.

IX. Being awake at 3 o'clock in the morning.
A world covered in the dew of the night where expectations are null and void.

X. Acknowledging where you’ve been
and the person you were.

XI. A vine growing along the side of a brickwork house.