It was Independence Day.

As she pulled on her clothes, she heard the heavens open. Rain fell in a heavy curtain, cooling down the earth while restricting movement. It was a apt fit to her country. While they enjoyed the cool weather and the cleansing effects of the rain, they were restricted to their homes, both by the rain and their own laziness. This was what they had become. As the rain petered off, it remained a distant hum in the background. The rain would not stop her from her duties nor her desires.

I go where I will. That’s freedom.