The weather channel predicted
It was going to be a cold fall morning
But truthfully
it was quite freezing
I saw her rush past shutters
all with different colors
wearing a dreadful look on her face
Thoughts circulated for a moment before
she returned
CRACK CRACK CRACK
The sound of her heels meeting the ground  were like thunderstorms mixed with cannon fire on the fourth of July
Blue, yellow, green, and red
The order in which she passed the shutters
This time with a different face
Brighter than the first
yet more empty than the last
Why the sudden change in mood
Was it that brief moment in time where she could actually feel free
Or
Was it the blisters bursting on the soles of her feet that made her feel something more