Morningside Cuesta Coffee with my bacon, please

She ran, pure and simple. Her paws hit the ground in quick succession, totally lost in the thrill of the run and not at all thinking. The wind was fierce, sky overcast, autumn evident in the crisp air. Rain fell, spitting, most of the drops lost to the whipping wind. She laughed, feeling utterly free. No longer was she attached to anything, alone once again. The land before her was flat, nothing in her way, and in a moment of brashness, fueled by euphoria, she closed her eyes. She was flying, nothing but the wind in stinging rain and the earth beneath her paws.
 
The earth beneath her paws. Where was it? Her eyes snapped open, the ground was gone as she was sailing across nothingness. She could barely open her mouth to screech something lost to the rain before plummeting down. Her fall was short-lived, however, landing on a softer and much more managanvle decline and rolling down in an uncontrollable mass of legs and body.

@Sriracha if you have time!