We left, rain beating down on our brows, the gently warmed raindrops working thier way through our scalps 'til they dripped lovingly from our foreheads & the tips of our noses. Once cold & icey, thier journey to freedom warmed them beyond thier desires & they sought to escape the twisted & thick prison of trunks that was the hair on our heads. Thier journey ended as they hit the ground around our footsteps, ours had only just begun....