The wet grass winds between the waving birch trees.
I follow.
Feeling the warm wind press against my back,
urging me forward until the glistening lake greets me.
I stop.
My knees bend, and my heels press into the wet earth, grounding me. My fingers flutter like the leaves, then relax as my mind calms and my breathing slows.
I begin.
Like the tree branches surrounding me, my arms rise up and out. They move toward each other. Electricity tingles down my arms and pushes my hands apart.
I move in concert with the forest, free from the bondage of old age.
INSTANT NOODLES 