She wakes up in the morning. Light streaming through her blinds. Another morning. Breakfast, brush her teeth, head out side to run. The sound of her feet hitting the pavement becomes a constant eco behind the thoughts streaming through her mind. This is her time to reflect.
I love running. There have been points in my life where I've given it up for months and yet when I rediscover it I wonder why it is I gave it up in the first place. I have always been one who needs to be physically active. For me running has the power to physically and emotionally heal.
Today while out pounding the pavement as they say. I found myself running amongst the grave markers of former residents. I don't usually leave with the intention of going anywhere in particular. I like finding new places... getting lost and allowing my feet to carry me back home.
The sound of laughter, a barking dog, a man's voice yelling "there you go!!! You've got it now!" lure me out of the cemetery. As the figures come into view I find a family in the field flying a kite. The dog barking and running along side the little one who is gleefully yelling "Look at ME!" The mother and father laughing together. My feet continue on... but I am now smiling.
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