sorimi

A fitted shirt was quickly put on.   Tight yoga pants hugged your curves nicely.   But more importantly you grabbed your iPod and stuck both earbuds in.   You gave a satisfied sigh, “Time for my jog!” You look outside the window to see the sun rising up over the horizon.   Taking a moment for yourself, the watched the sun steadily grow from a soft glowing orange to a ball of outreaching yellow. It graced itself up into the sky as if it owned it but yet still somehow free. You touched the window longingly.   ‘I wonder what it would be like to be that free?’ A brief flash of anger filled your mind. You hadn’t wante