有人说，天空是大海倒过来的样子。
她在公路旁热闹的新潮的墨西哥快餐店吃过晚饭，她慢慢嚼着硬硬的米和那些又酸又辣的辣椒和焦躁一起的卷心菜。
她闭上眼睛，感觉心头柔软，她看着窗外，天空阴沉，可远处的山和接近地面的天空都是深蓝色的。她眼睛里装着一个海洋，平静的波浪在那里涌动。
走出店外，是宾夕法尼亚的公路，这天下了小雪。这时雪刚停，刮着寒风，她穿着黑色的风衣，没来得及拉上拉链。她要徒步走上一段。风好大得耳机线都被吹掉了，就像在海上，她竟笑了，眼睛不知为何眯起来。
她戴好耳机，是那首歌atlas：heart
I am short of breath
Standing next to you
I am out of my depth
At this altitude
Like the world makes sense
From your window seat
You are beautiful
Like I've never seen
Go ahead and laugh
Even if it hurts
Go ahead and pull the pin
What if we could risk
Everything we have
And just let our walls cave in
I am short of breath
Standing next to you
I'll be the dangerous ledge
You be the parachute
The blue and green below
Is a masterpiece
But you are beautiful
Like I've never seen
Go ahead and laugh
Even if it hurts,
Go ahead and pull the pin
她爱那大提琴低回流转的声音，海风使劲地吹着啊，海边空气冷了。
身旁试过车辆，她想起这个星期看的阿甘正传，竟然看哭了。女主在阿甘最艰难的时候叫他，跑，跑，他就跑了，跑，就这样跑。
“跑”
