Jogger

Ahh...

It feels good, just running without stopping. The breeze runs along with you and you hear the crunch-crunching of dried leaves and the snapping of twigs under your soles.

Your thoughts constantly flicker towards other images, other memories: those lines from a song you heard about 4 times before you left your house, images of someone laughing, of someone's back, the "high", the feel of...

And you run again. Ahh...

It feels good to be back.

(And you make it a point to always come back. The feeling is so wonderful that it makes sabbaticals worthwhile.)