From the edge of the tree line, the world opens — a sea of yellow canola stretching beneath a darkening sky. The wind shifts, heavy with the promise of rain and thunder.
You stand there for a moment, feeling the pulse of the coming storm. Once, you would have turned back, searching for shelter, waiting for safety. Not now.
Now, you run — out of the shadows, across the gold, straight into the wild breath of the storm.
No more hiding.
You are free.