today, i went running again.
for my feet never touched the asphalt in a long time,
i didnt know what to expect, expect of that path ahead again.
i only knew, there was a beautiful sun ahead.
it shone through the trees, and i saw its radiance.
towards the sun, i ran.
the path down, towards its warmth i sought.
the hill, is steepness and adversity was familar,
it wore me out, but i shall appreciate its downslope on its other end.
i shall run on, tired,
but because i can see the warmth it will offer,
i shall run, this last hundred metres.
standing at the pavilion,
eyes still affixed at the setting sun.
and while it shall set and disappear for the night, i rest.
and because it rises again the next day, i will be strong, i will try to run again.
towards that same feeling, a step nearer.
for one day, as the path winds around.
the sun shall shine on the back, and by then,
i wont be cold, to run this path alone.
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