When she was a girl, Hannah loved the sensation of cheating the reaper. She climbed the skinny evergreen behind her house, high as she could go, until she could feel death waiting to catch her should she fall. She clung for dear life and kissed the tree, savoring the piney zing of sap. Fear and joy were one. She was alive.
Her skin on pavement, death rushing at her in the form of a pickup with squealing breaks, Hannah feels it again; joy, pine sap, waiting arms.
Photo Credit: ((brian))