I'm antsy again. I've got that familiar feeling in the pit of my stomach that can only mean one of two things; either something is about to go terribly wrong or I'm about to to have the time of my life.
I don't know what is about to happen but I know that it will be dangerous and exciting and exhilarating. Hopefully it will also be fun. It usually is.
The desert at night can be amazingly peaceful. With any luck I'll be able to sneak away over spring break and enjoy some stargazing.
A shiver just ran down my spine, this is going to be big. I can barely suppress a giggle. I really am out of control, I need to get a grip. Every time I close my eyes an image appears before me; a street, lit by a single old streetlight. I'm sprinting headlong forward, feet pounding madly, arms flailing, hair whipping around my face. I look back and grin from ear to ear. Friends, I'm not sure who, but I know they're friends, are running along with me. A pack of laughing, whooping, running dervishes we are. I open my eyes and all that is left is a faint after-image of my foot outstretched to take another step forward.
I'm excited.
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