In my mind, I'm running and twirling wildly under an endless canopy of vines and trees with rough bare feet, uncouth and unmanageable, dictated by nothing. Something appeals to me about feet strong enough to walk across the debris of the earth, or the rocks of a shore. There is no need for racks of clothes, make-up, bags, possessions. Baked by the sun, sustained by my surroundings. Alone, but alive and well. Happy. Whole. And then I focus my eyes and see that this could never be. I almost laugh. And my eyes dim again in the dancing lights of the television.