Did I Look Skittish to Hades?

Sometimes when I’m up above, I feel strangely calm. I’m removed from everything. All of the clichés about smelling the flowers—though actually things often smell more like freshly cut grass or hay—come back to me.

I wonder what my life would have been like if Hades hadn’t become a part of the picture. Just being here is simpler.

I get up in the morning—usually fairly early without too much prompting—and take a walk before I do anything else. I just want to stretch. I want to look up above at my Uncle Apollo and give him the praise that he—as the Sun God—so justly deserves. My mother couldn’t do her work without him.

I notice the deer as they glance skittishly at me and sometimes run away. Did I look skittish to Hades when he grabbed me and took me away?