Air On My Face

I could feel it in the air as soon as I walked out of class tonight. I stood still for a few moments, letting the wind brush my face and toss my hair around as if I were in a whimsical fairy tale. The sound of the leaves rustling took me back to those places immediately. Those dark nights. Those gravel roads in the middle of nowhere, nowhere. Old men standing around (including my gpa), ready and eager to let their dogs out to tree coon. The hunt could last a couple of hours if nothing was moving or deep into the night if their was a lot of movement. No lights except for the light on your hat. They were coal miners going deep into the woods instead of deep beneath the earth.

I remember this one time. I had to go to the bathroom so bad for so long. (two plus hours) Every time I tried to stop and go, gpa would tell me that if I stopped, I'd have to catch up in the dark. Unfortunately, I KNEW he was telling the truth. We are talking about a gpa who left gma at a Wal-Mart because she took more time than he thought was appropriate. Those damn dogs wouldn't stop running because they were on a coon scent. It was good for them, but bad for me. Although, I did finally get to go... four and a half hours later when we got home.