Freedom

Guess where I was?

An amazing place with wonderful, magical and absolutely adorable company. Dressed in a red coat fighting the wind I climbed, in a black knitted jumper he moved. We smiled, laughed and my cheeks turned pink. His granddad in his brown manchester trousers smiled as he watched us jumping around. The freedom. Freedom is a valuable feeling, perhaps the most precious. Fight for freedom, defend it with every bit of yourself. Because without it... You can't be you.

-a-