You know freedom or at least have experienced or imagined it. It is describable really. It has meant soaring like a bird of prey, gentle flaps and not a care what humankind thinks. It has meant being on the road, looking out the window as the wind blows in my face without my glasses on. It has meant a quiet laugh after a shared glance with a friend in a room filled with strangers who would think what we smiled about was a joke at the fates. It could just be, no words enough to say what it truly means. It could be nothingness