Adventure

So I just got back from a quick adventure outside and it was soo great! The sun was setting, brilliant and poignant. I could imagine myself licking the sky and tasting the blistering sunset, swallowing deep as it scorched my throat, filling my belly with intensifying warmth, trickling down my arms and legs to my toes and fingers. I felt warm just watching it. The purples were dusty, the reds were seered across the sky like angry eyes or a burning devil. I was entranced, walking backwards on the pavement, not being able to tear my eyes away from the carnage of the sky.
I walked down the road a ways until I got to the railroad tracks that crossed the tracks. I followed them a while and then climbed atop an abandonded tank car. (Pulled by trains, they are the round ones that hold gasses mostly)I sat on the top and watched the sunset, not thinking, just watching and feeling. I looked over the whole expanse of the town and gazed at the bright temple on the highest point of Rexburg. It was quiet except for the distant sound of cars which I didnt even register in my reverie. After watching the sunset calm into a peaceful sleep, its breath soft in its repose, I climbed down and walked slowly on the tracks. Still, there were no thoughts in my mind, the calmness of the oncoming night wiped them away, dragging them into the ground around me. There was only the fresh air that pumped through my lungs, enlivening my blood.
After some time climbing on different tank cars trying to find the best perch, I finally headed back home because the darkness urged me to my safe abode. Walking back I saw that the track seemed to lead on forever, unbending and as straight as a pointing finger. I felt mesmerized and almost hypnotized wanting to walk as far as I could on the neverending road. Although the spell was only broken moments later when I happened to spy a loose nail. It was very large and rusted but I picked it up proud of my rare find.
Seeing that the roads were being traveled by me and me alone I was filled with a giddyness. I began to whistle. I soon found myself skipping to the song sung by the scarecrow in The Wizard of Ozz. Carrying on like a mad woman for the duration of my walk back home, I was filled with a sense of fufillment and peace. I had had my mini adventure for the day and had organized plans in my head to endeavor on another yet more extravagant one in the morning. This way I would be able to go everywhere and not worry about the dark ruining my fun.
This is my way of feeling alive. This is my way of being myself, where the real and content Caitlin awakes and plays. The world is my backyard, my playground. I live for things like this and will, forever.