pm--7.25 The run tonight was perfect. Twas a moment to savour. The legs and lungs listened to the pitch of the pavement, and the ears, Local Natives. I'm thankful for where I live and where I run. At times, tonight I couldn't see where I was stepping. Every step was faithful forward motion. Runs like tonight don't happen nearly enough. How often can you run in short-sleeves on a late January evening?
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