Ottawa's Festival of Ideas Since 1997

I ran

I ran letting the cool air flow through my hair and clothing peacefully

thinking to myself.


I ran a huge bear crashing through the bushy thicket of plants

behind me.


I ran letting my body guide me through the thick forest though not trusting

myself completely for I would occasionally brush against a tall meaty tree.


I ran sprinting for a dark cave the cover that would soon shield me from the

grey storm marching toward me like a thousand soldiers waiting to strike.