fingertips trailing through the clear crystalline water feet squishing through the lush grass face turned up towards the warm heat of the sun lungs inhaling the sweet, clean air hair blowing in the gentle cooling breeze ears listening to the wonderful serene sounds heart at peace at last
some people's footsteps are loud they want everyone to know that they have entered or perhaps they have no reason to hide They strike the ground first with their heel you can always hear them approach
but mine? my footsteps are silent I glide across without a sound no one needs to know that I am here I have reason to hide I tread first with the pads of my feet you will never hear me approach