Liza felt like a child again. It was silly to be racing around the daisy-covered hill, dancing around the spring flowers and chasing her sweetheart.
Or maybe Ephraim was chasing her. It really didn't matter who was going after whom; it just felt good to run. It was entirely unladylike, but Liza couldn't care less. She often felt confined by the rules her parents made her follow - sit up straight, walk gracefully, keep your voice soft. But here, in the semi-wild backcountry, she felt free. Here she could what she whatever she wanted, whatever was fun and exciting.
Right now she wanted to feel free. The she twirled in a circle, arms stretched out to the wildness around her. She stopped to watch a pair of doves break cover and fly into the bright, blue sky. Ephraim grabbed her hand and swung her around, until he pulled her into his arms. She looked up at him as she held him close.
Tomorrow, she would think about being a lady, but today she just wanted to be a child again - free and wild and loved.
