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gloomy and gray day

I imagine you running
the concrete pounding beneath your feet
the destination unimportant
the journey the goal

I imagine you running
while the ball flies on the pitch so green
your whistle at the ready
waiting for any infraction

I imagine you running
your routine ever in motion
until inexplicably slowing
grinding towards the inevitable halt

I imagine you running
a figure distant on the horizon
drawn away to another place
leaving everyone behind

I imagine you running
the sun bright enough
the breeze cool enough
beckoning you upon another journey

I don’t mind the misty foggy weather, not really. 🙂

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