Freedom ?

Transient. In motion. Freedom was last year. Freedom was when I left work for the day, someone was waiting for me as usual. We grabbed some beers from the shop and went to sit on the grass among other people enjoying this brief sunny spell. It was late August I think. -Hey I love trains -Me too. -How far is Brighton ? I said and we both smiled. We ordered train tickets on a whim and were lucky enough to find the last room that was free despite high season. Next thing I knew we were on a train. The same night we were in Brighton strolling on a beach. Looking back, I know that was freedom. In motion. Transient.