Freedom.
Freedom from what has been a shroud, not a weight, on my mind for as long as I’ve known. Tonight confirmed what was suspected for weeks, when I stepped out into shadows and lights, and walked through a dry field against the darkness.
A rush. The feeling of having everything to gain and nothing to lose. That I can start living now.
Freedom in the solitude.
hey that’s lincoln fields ?
Wow, how’d you know?
I’d assumed Hurdman :P
Hurdman is never empty like that, no matter what time of day!
i think no other station is long as lincoln fields.. so it was a good guess :)
Nice pics