Turn Right, Go Left

In a passion searing through flesh until it scorches my palm, in wave of utter boldness, simply to feed my unabashed hunger, I have had to stand at the crossroads and make that decision to have my sneakers go right, or turn left. Saturated in the blissful surrender of this, by all accounts,  first day of winter, as temps near 60 degrees here in the northeast. Tucked my gloves and winter cap into my waistband while running this morning, as the dew drops of sweat liberally dripped down my arms, and off of my brow....sneakers now with the perfumed smell of retched wet smelly feet....