Running Away

The Amazon Basin was a glorious sight. The steep slopes, the low valleys, the thick forest floor, the diverse understory, the clinging epiphytes, feisty flesh eaters, the canopy and the emergents - were breathtaking. Seren inhaled a deep breath, extending her arms up toward the covered sky before exhaling again.

Her mother called this running away, she called this emancipation. She was free. No longer tied down to a nine to five job, and no longer burdened by her mothers expectations. The closest she would get to dating out here, was collecting spores and sweet-scented juices from a Bulgarian Lily.