The light is licking me

From now on, life is my travelling party. I've ditched the conventional – the safe and restrictive – to strike out on my own, accompanied by a few true friends, two good dogs and whatever smarts I have.

My bed will be the first tree I pass after my feet have turned weary from dancing.

I will wake in the mornings with the sun, with the light licking my face.

When my feet itch along the way, I'll stop to take off my shoes and scratch for as long as I please. No squirming uncomfortably in shoes. And if I'm tired, or thirsty, I'll jolly well rest or take a detour. If I pass a party, I'll pause to join in.

And the rest of the time, I'll leap, twirl and prance my way, with joy in my feet.

Watch me.