Running through a forest I’d always dreamed of, the smell of the ocean but a few thoughts and footsteps away, I saw the dreads of my new friend disappear behind a tree. I thought of the word home and found no definition attached to it. I thought of my family and wondered if the stirring beneath my ribcage was a synonym. The dreads reappeared, farther ahead. I jumped from a ledge, unaware of the rocks beneath the leaves below. My pained screams attracted two howler monkeys.