Running~

I'm running. That's all I can seem to grasp. I'm running. And I'm cold – two things, I guess. 

I can feel my fingers and toes beginning to sting with numbness as I run between the white trees with sprouting green buds, and crush the new spring under my boots.

I can hear the way the early-birds sing above me. Their voices soft but sharp in my ears.

I can hear how they stretch from one tree to the next, hundreds of different tones and melodies filling the air, making everything in the forest come to life.