Her shoes always hungered for the taste of new gravel, and she spent each day determined not to repeat the last. Insomnia is infinite among those who march to their own erratic heartbeat, and so, she lived her life caffeine-fed, in a constant state of motion and wanderlust, ever-curious and ever-ready for whatever adventure adrenaline and fate could deliver.

Head in the clouds was too grounded for her ambitions - she was ankle-deep in space, starry-eyed and gravity-defiant.