I was running through an open field, about the length of a football field, but a bit wider. There was a certain section Ali didn’t want me to go through. I was walking, with hands on hips, swaying them back and forth. Someone, a guy?, playfully pointed out how I was walking, and that my hands were on my hips. For a second I considered walking normal, but went with it, and kept walking how I was. Ali and I were somewhere where a lady was reading a small portion of a classic. (Kinda seems it may have been a … Continue reading Time Is Up