I fell in love with running on a treadmill, and enjoyed it right up until I began running outside.  My affinity for running was reborn on tree-lined trails, where animals ignored me for just one more creature scurrying around the forest.  The early morning is my favorite time of day to run.  The air still feels like night, but the sun promises something new.

We haunt the morning forest
With breathless words
That might be hello
Or a sound without meaning

A glimpse between trees
The distant confirmation
That we are not the only
Star left in the sky

Vanishing on light steps
Assured that despite
The difference of our direction
Our destination is the same


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