I am moving with aching slowness.  Beside me, the trees creep by, and my face feels warm and cold and then warm again as the morning sunlight plays hide and seek behind the branches.  I put my hands on my eyes to play back, but I can’t resist peeking through my fingers.  My short legs [...]

Gravity is in love with me.  I can tell, because when I move, it flirts shamelessly with me.  I feel the kiss of it on my toes and in my hair, and when I take a step it reaches up the insides of my thighs and tugs on the soles of my feet.  When I [...]