With every broad step that she makes and heaves of her breath, she can visibly see in the cold air, her lungs struggle to catch up with her fast pace in the woods. Different places, this one rid of urbanity and civilization, and yet the trees remind her of the towering skyscrapers. The difference is that the air replenishing her body's oxygen is free of pollution and as fresh as can be as it blows through her face and enters her body.
She is not but probably already yards away from the cabin, and she has not stopped yet to rest, has not stopped yet, just ran and ran past the woods, past her legs limitations until they finally given up. Her lungs are burning in the cold weather, she feels it overflowing her chest and she pauses a moment in the middle of the land, letting a moment catch up
