I ran.
Feet thudding onto soft ground.
Air burning through my throat
filling my lungs.
chilled
clear
fresh
with every step
and the pace kept up
my heart sung
with every step
with every exhalation
my mind hummed
the tune of living
in complete and total bliss
Running from things was not
what I was doing.
more so running towards something.
Bigger and better things
things that I never thought in a million years
would happen to me.
The snow fell on my cheek
melting from my warmth
and with that
I ran.
A.A.
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