30: New Jersey

Anyra

I look out the window, dark fields of green streaming passed and tall trees looming above. While the land is flatter than what I’m used to, there is still a gradual sweep of the hills that somehow calms me.

Cool wind hits my face from the open window, and I gratefully take in the fresh air, the smell of pine and oak reaching me.

Most shifters, as my mom has told me, prefer the quiet seclusion of forests and woods, deep in places ...