Mahalia Johnson

Self

Amani struggled to slow her breathing, and inhale the sharp, cool night air. She sat and looked up at the darkening sky, realizing that she could smell the various scents of the forest and appreciated the sweet green smell of the natural world around her. As sanity, lost by hours walking through these woods by herself began to return piece by piece, her thoughts turned towards the events that had led her here. To this moment.