The park welcomed her as she stepped onto the walking path. Even here she restrained herself. Trapped within the decorum prescribed by society, she walked a straight line, followed the normal dictates. Breathing in the scent of the wildflowers, she lost herself into the scenery and the music playing through her headphones. Her dreams started to come alive. The stories awakened as she took each step. Lost in the story she started to twirl in the embodiment of her main character, captivated by the magic. Hesitation then societies rules stepped in. She marched forward. A pair of walkers walked by and waved as they passed one another. People would not understand the free spirit, she told herself. She repressed the skip. She curtailed the dance. This was a place for walking. Then the wind swirled around her. Laughing, she embraced the dance and twirled with it.