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. 🙂