My room is small and sometimes really cold, but whenever I need a mental break from prison life, I sit on my bunk and look at the view outside my window.
Early morning or late evening, you can catch a glimpse of wildlife at the tree line. At certain times the sunsets are awesome.
Even right now as I write this, an eerie mist creeps across the field. A gentle rain settles on the landscape.
I’m in prison for my crimes, but while my body is confined to this cell, sometimes my mind is able to run free.
Disclaimer: The views in this article are those of the author. Prison Journalism Project has verified the writer’s identity and basic facts such as the names of institutions mentioned.