Walks to Paradise

Sometimes, I close my eyes for a second and just begin to walk. I don't know where I'm going but I'm confident that my legs will get me to my destination and along the way I'll enjoy the view.
I like the wind.
I love it when it gently touches my face and I love those moments when it lifts me off the ground a few inches and I feel like a bird ready for take off.
I even like when it's cold, so cold that my nose turns red and my ears go numb.
Or the times it disappears and then returns with a force so great it could wipe out an entire nation, me being the nation.
I enjoy the sunlight.
I enjoy the way I can unknowingly walk amongst it's dangerous rays and feel no danger.
All I feel is its warmness. Its heat.
I like dirt after the first rainfall.
The smell of clean dirt, as if all impurities went down the gutter.
I like feeling the thorn stuck inside of my left shoe. I can feel it slowly create an imprint. White around the edges, red the spot that is receiving the pressure.
I'll go home. Take off my shoes, clean the cut created by that small thorn. I'll take a shower. Place some aloe vera on my shoulders. Tonight they may not hurt but tomorrow they will, they've received kisses from the sun.
Tomorrow I might get hit by the icy drops of rain but that'll be fine.
I'm alive and each pressure, each stumble, each boulder that gets in my way simply proves my existence.
I feel.
And I like it.