The wind kissed her legs softly.
It’s airy lips cold but comforting,
She watched the leaves on trees sway and swish to the breeze
Her legs were near goosebumps, heated only by
splotches of sun shining from the East.
She closed her eyes to the sound of the leaves waving, and imagined waves crashing to the shore.
The sun burned hotter now, heating up the black jacket she wore like it was an oven.
She baked slowly inside.
A stiff joint lay between her fingers, halfway smoked and burnt out.
The strong winds had burned the flame uselessly.
Her eyes stayed low–hidden beneath the dark hood.
She closed them again and inhaled deeply.
The energy of life was swirling around her.
Smiling internally, her mind whispered:
Mother nature saved me.