By Judith Cullen
Once outside, Liam looked around the farm for something to engage his interest. This was all known territory, nothing here that he had not already explored to the point of painful familiarity. With hardly a moment’s thought he started down the short path to the road and did not stop to consider which direction to turn when he reached it. He just turned any old way, his hands stuffed deep in his jeans pockets, his shoulders sagging and his head lolling forward like a ragdoll.
After ten minutes of crankily tramping down the lane he came to a crossroads and his head came up. He looked at all the possible directions he could go, and considered what might be the best path. He took a deep breath.
“Okay,” he admitted to himself, “they were right about going outside.” The fresh, sweet air felt good inhaling and exhaling. It smelled of things coming to life and Liam’s spirits began to rise as the energy of the land awakening began to fill him. He decided to head towards town. Liam would have been surprised if there had been a mirror to hand and he had seen himself as he started on his way. His feet were springing on the ground as he stepped, his shoulders were back, his head was up, and he was smiling.