"There are places I want to be that I cannot," I said, toeing the dirt.
He sighed, looking at me sideways. "There are places I've never been where I'll never be."
"Where we'll never be," I corrected him.
He shrugged. "You do what you want."
I held my breath. His brown hair fell in front of his grey eyes. I looked at the sky, watching the clouds whip quickly through their forms like a cartoon movie. I saw an old man. I saw a small child, growing backwards into a cell. I saw a whale, a rabbit, a tiger, a turtle. Then, I saw a snail, struggling slowly across the sky.
"Yes," I decided. I will go to those in-between places, and I will go with adventure.
photo by little gold poppy.