Washed Anew

In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay\u27s first paragraph. Her feet are bare and cold; her legs pressed against for body for warmth. Across the field a bit of orange glow pushed its way through the fees, washing the world anew. Another day - but his one is different. The sky warms progressively; she rubs her roughed-up arms and smiles at the red and golden beams hat encourage a sense of relief to enter her being. The sun continues to crawl towards he edge of the tree line, commanding new life to the earth. She feels connected; her neck no longer aches even with he faded bruises that surround her delicate nape. This range of soft warm colors stretch out toward her and she feels the ever-present heaviness cascading off of her shoulders