waking
before sunlight
I opened
the door to let the day in
the cold
air not yet polluted by traffic
only the
sound of trees mournfully murmuring to one another
I took a
deep breath, filled my lungs with the sweet breath of morning
felt my
body expand full of vitality, my blood
a deeper,
richer red shot through my eager
I started
slow
heart
beat and breath synchronised
crisp
crimson autumn leaves crunched under my hastening tread
the world
was new
the
promise of the day hung like lavish dew kissing rose petals
presently
the wind was my friend, beaconing me to run faster
mysterious
invisible ribbons swirled around me, pushing me ahead
like friendly long gone spirits, my liveliness filling them with vigour and
tender
turning
back, the winds had conspired against me, pulling me backwards
dry hands
of gust slapping my perspiring face
I charged,
head down like a provoked bull
my legs
began to fail me, breath short and panting, heart pumping harder
to sustain my
speed
as in that
frequent nightmare, trying to run with legs heavy as lead
my tired
heart repeated its mantra: keep going, keep going, keep going..
